Dads and Railroads and Hotels that Suck and Long hours and emergency rooms

So I have 300 great ideas brewing in my head with photos to match b/c of my swanky new camera courtesy of the Captain. I have awesome shots of my Dad's railroads and his Puns; Party photos; tales of emergency rooms interrupting anniversarys with dislocated knees and bloody chins; hotels that think I won't notice when I get to my room and find a less-than-king-sized-bed after telling the receptionist in no uncertain terms that I never sleep in less than a King so I used my nail file to break into the minibar that they failed to give me a key for and they can pay for the wine and so there; getting 600 documents dumped on my head the night before the deposition so instead of finalizing my outline I'm reading docs so now (some in Italian - when did I start speaking Italian?!) I'll be up all night instead of sleeping even though the partner told me to "get some sleep' after telling me the 60000 things I should've thought of but didn't b/c he's been doing this 25 years and I've been doing it 8....and there go the pringles from the mini-bar, too. I eat when I'm stressed....