hotel

Damn that stupid coffee. Not only did I stay up until two a.m., I slept through breakfast. I am really starting to lose my temper here, and being hungry doesn’t help. But I did have fun watching contestants get manipulated on The Price Is Right. Great. So I wandered downstairs and raided the vending machine—again. They’re out of Pop-Tarts and all of the good chips. It’s me and Mr. Goodbar dining together again. When I get out of this sterile carcass of a hotel room I’m going to have a real honest-to-God meal with minimally-processed food. I’m craving vegetables.