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Didn't sleep in, but wasn't active right away either. Got up and made coffee, talked with Sam while Melro slept. Sam started making breakfast and I checked e-mail. His roommate and her boyfriend came home, and we chatted for awhile, then ate and awesome meal of pancakes and fritatta. That Sam is such the fabulous fag! We hit the road around noon, and headed north to Cheyenne, to pick back up I-80. We drove through Wyoming, another desertous wasteland type place. We passed through Laramie, where I commented that we were on the queer death tour. (Melro would later point out that the entire United States is a queer death tour.) We had dinner at a truck stop with a Burger King. We made it to Utah and the scenery suddenly changed dramatically to looming red cliffs. The bathrooms at the welcome center was bizarre and are Utahans short? Because the stalls only went as high as your neck when standing. We found coupons for hotels in Salt Lake City and wanted a place with a pool. We tried to find the Sheraton near the airport, but mistakenly ended up at the Best Western which was next door and just opened for business so they had no sign up. We went swimming in the pool, which I hadn't done in YEARS. I wore my trunks and a tank top over my neoprene binder, which worked well except for the chlorine in the pool bleached my black cotton tank top, so now it's sorta brownish. We got back to the room, watching some HBO movie with Andie MacDoweel, Dennis Quaid, Greg Kinnear, and Toni Collete about these married couple friends and one gets divorced. Then went to bed. I started having an anxiety attack (and actually crying), which I later deduced was caused mostly by exhaustion, a touch of homesickness, residual anger and sadness about being in SLC where my punkass brother lives but who I can't contact, and also physical response to my hormone dose changing (my doc lowered it right before I left). But I managed to pull myself together, which was a first, and started to feel more normal, with the help of Melro's comfort and patience, and then we had a really good fucking session, which I think sort of helped me feel better about the big problems I was freaking out about but would not be able to solve that night. And it also just felt nice in general.