I think I may have exhausted all my resources here. The kitchen was picked clean a long time ago and I've been living out of the minibars. Only a meal or two left unless I want to start breaking down doors to the rooms I haven't found keys for.
It's funny. I've never been so happy in all my life to find the key to a hotel minibar. There's nothing in it but stale pretzels and candy and broken glass, but it feels like something. You know?