* Dad's GPS pwned him, leaving me to figure out a route from the restaurant back to the hotel through the upchucked spaghetti of one-way roads that is Boston. Which I did. I want a cookie.
* I have been very patient, these last ten hours. You have no idea.
* Tomorrow, we're either spending another two hours in Target so Adam's mom can exchange the suitcase she spent an hour selecting today, or we're going on a Duck Tour or to Fanueil Hall or something. I don't know. I sleep now.