We’re a-movin’ on up, to the top, to a deluxe apartment, in the skyyyyy…

The dickweed in 309 did not check out as the front desk had told me earlier, and he once again either watching some awfully loud movies or was playing some very loud video game. No way I was going to be able to sleep well with this. So I called the front desk, which had not yet been held up at gunpoint tonight, and the poor guy there gave me a new room, a suite, since all the regular rooms were gone, or he just wanted to be hospitable. A suite has two rooms (with microwave and fridge…I have no food or beverages), and I’m at the end of the hall, so the room on the other side of my bed is…my living room. This is super sweet. Alas, I will need to return to more humble environs next week.

No writing about my job or life, because there’s just too much to say, and I don’t wish for a brain ache right now.

I want to put in a cryptic message to a certain someone, but I do not know that would be appreciated. But, for the record, HI.