More fun than a barrel of turf monkies

Holy crap...I am sitting in Milwaukee, Wisconsin "america's dairyland" wondering where the hell we left the bus in Ohio. The past week has been completely ridiculous. We've had 5 shows and one rehearsal day, some horrible bus rides, and some good and not so good housing sites. We busted out last with almost a 75 (74.7) which is a good score. At this point the minimal sleep and practicing on black tops has finally caught up with me. My legs and feet are killing me...and I really some sleep. I'm borderline falling asleep during practice. Right now however, like I said before, I just want to know where my bus is. The percussion bus air compressor went dead at about 2 AM somewhere in Ohio. It still has my freakin suitcase on it. All have is my airbed blanket and backpack. Hopefully it'll get here before the ride to Minnesota because, I certainly don't want another sleepless night on the staff bus.