Get my dinner from a garbage can

The cats say that they are abused and nobody loves them.
They pray that somebody will rescue them, and come over tonight and give them the loving they so richly and truly deserve. I should be home at about six-thirty, and can leave off beating the cats with bamboo and setting them on fire long enough to let you in.

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According to Google, I can get from the hotel to the theaters in about three and a half miles without having to spend much time on hwy99, which was not something I was feeling really thrilled about. If I can find a way to get the bike to Ashland, I should be set.
Also, this morning I got an email from Craigslist. We are currently in negotiations about roadtripping together.

Well poo.

No travelling partner for Ashland.
Her husband said "You don't know who this guy is, he could be a psychopathic axe murderer!"