I'm in a divey motel to the northeast of the city ("I've picked up fares from hookers there," the cab driver helpfully informed me, adding, "and strippers, too.") and I'll be periodically Slogging from around town for the next two days. Apparently, there are some sort of caucuses taking place here in Iowa tomorrow night? And a smarmy homophobic sentient grimace is tied for first place with a department store mannequin and a rogue Muppet with a racist past who desperately wants to turn the United States into Somalia? Sounds like fun!
The man in the room next to me just started vomiting. I think it might be Anderson Cooper; I understand that all the cool media is staying here. Sleep well, Slog. We'll talk in the morning.
- Can someone tell me why they bagged the smoke detector in my hotel room? Is this some charming heartland tradition I missed out on by being a coastal citizen?
