This is meant to be a travel journal, I know, but it can't possibly be one yet. Nobody wants to hear about trips to the strip mall to buy sprays with exactly 30% concentrations of DEET, or adventures at Best Buy getting computer adapters, or the woes of trying to sell extremely specialized musical equipment on craigslist.

There was more to this, but I have to go do all the things I just mentioned. I was going to say something about falling asleep and itching. Maybe I will say something about falling asleep and itching later.