The Blues Brothers Mantra

I always loved that scene in the Blues Brothers....."full tank of gas, 100 miles to Chicago, wearing sunglasses".....and here I am. I am 500 miles from home in Pittsburgh. I am at a hotel where I am the only guest. My budget is depleted. I calculated that I have enough money for gas...I don't need food as I have my trusty bag of trail mix....I don't need lodging because, well because I don't. I budgeted enough to have a few beers tonight, but that won't happen because I am in Kentucky in a dry county. I love it. If all goes according to plan I will pull into my driveway sometime tomorrow night with not a dime left. This is all the better to me in that I have a great job (hell I don't remember a day in my life where I did not have a job) but not a lot of income to show for it and it matters not a lick. The road still rules. Nice little hotel by the way, though I am not sure what it means that they rent rooms by the hour, or by the night.