careful of funky odors . . .

I have to write that I think my bones have fossilized because I've sat here so long. My internal organs may be shutting down soon. And I think my brain may be completely useless for managing bodily functions . . . or anything for that matter. If you don't here from me within the next few days check for a funky odor on the first floor of the Marriott library. I will have a permanent squint on my face from straining to read on a computer screen for the past eight hours. HELP!

In a week and a half it will all be over and I'll be on a plane headed for China . . . if I don't die first.