Squeaky wheels

Here I groggily sit in the Krispy Kreme at Fitzgerald's, having just downed two nutritious doughnuts and a pint of chocolate milk. I didn't have the most restful nights of sleep in my mouse trap room at the Four Queens last night. I didn't get in it and unpacked until about 12:30 this morning and the squeaky elevator near me kept me up for awhile. I guess I'll get used to it, or request a room change.

I'm not too tired really, though, because I think the excitement of the impending WSOP tournament has my endorphins flowing. Only 150 minutes away. I'm heading to put my laptop up and figure out the bus route to get me to the Rio. Later.