Found my way downstairs and drank a cup

All right, all right, I'm up. Sore throat, headache, logy... It looks like I punched myself in the eye during the night--it's all blue and puffy. I'm going to say that this must be what I felt like waking up all the time without the breather, until further evidence presents itself. Hotel air probably exacerbates things.

Beep beep, beep beep, yeah

Dollar says they'll take Le Behoemoth back and give me something with a working CD player. If I'm lucky I can also get a smaller car.
I also found that Yahoo Maps doesn't think I can reverse engineer a drive back to the hotel from 518, which makes me feel a little better about constantly getting lost.
Things keep looking up.