Jan 04, 2011 10:17
I AM IN YOU NOW.
Please excuse the stench. I've been train hopping for two days. My hotel room isn't ready until 2:00. Once I get to the room you can be sure I will be hosing myself off as though I had been involved in a nuclear reactor meltdown.
I'm exhausted, I'm severely disappointed that I've missed so much class, and I'm currently coffee-shop hopping to stay warm and use the internet.
Hey, guess what? My hotel is called the Thunderbird. That is hilarious to people in the know, who might remember a certain other Thunderbird hotel in Washington...a very scary hotel...
This one looks alright. The front desk people were nice. The outside looks less crappy than the other two hotels on the street. As long as the bed and bathroom are clean and the room door locks I'm happy.
The train suddenly turned very Greyhound-ish last night. Lots of drunk people. And then, I woke up around 2 in the morning to a man in the seat behind me mumbling a string of numbers to a tune. And then he mumbled something about rounding people up in Sacramento to be executed. And then something about we're the US and not China.
Yeah, I didn't sleep too good after that.