155. Up and Left

Somehow, at some point during the night, I mustered the sobriety to escape my hotel room unnoticed by the others. This is a remarkable feat as Burbank and Lenore were up all night talking and I was, as they say, drunk as a skunk. Also because Burbank has ears like a bat.

I imagine that he did come into my room at some point to find my drunken scrawling and I take pleasure in the fact that he nor Lenore has any idea where I am. I think I will make them suffer a little by being unreachable despite the fact that this childish act is ungrounded and dangerous for the publishers. Oh well, I know Burbank will take care of it. I’d trust him ‘til the end of the world.