[If you’re new here, 1. welcome, friend, 2. get yourself up to speed by going back to Day 1 where I explain why I’m playing 101 levels of Donkey Kong in 101 days.] The overheated lobby of the Holiday Inn Express at three in the morning smelled like a ghost had just finished smoking a cigarette then promptly peeled and enjoyed a mandarin orange afterward. Now that I think about it, that’s one more descriptor I’d like to see in advertisements for hotels: “clean,” “simple,” “no bulls***,” “you will not get bedbugs,” and “no cigarette-smoking, orange-eating ghosts live here.” I gave the tired eyed…