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June 14, 2003: I woke the next morning about twenty minutes from checkout time. I freaked out and had a hell of a time finding everything I needed to brush my teeth, get dressed again, etc. I had the disturbing realization that on both of my boots, one side of each lace had been severed. It made donning them singularly impossible. Halfway to San Fransisco, however, I succeded in lacing them by using gum to seal the frayed ends of the severed laces. My mom was "tired" the whole way, and kept drinking this iced ...