The first half of Monday
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Up at 6:30am. Josh had to go to his conference super early. That left me in the hotel room, with not much to do other than watch TV, work on my novel and play on the internet...which is pretty much what I did. Plus I cleaned up the place--made the bed and whatnot because I'm obsessive compulsive, a little.
I worked on my novel very little. I am just so sick of it. All of my big dreams for it seem to fizzle out a little more and more every time I read it and i just want to throw it out the window and start over. Which is what I'm doing--minus the throwing part. Sometimes I just want to strangle myself.
While Josh was out, I took over the desk area. He had both of his computers with him, and I could set up my own little writing area, which I did. What I didn't do, was pay attention to Josh's lego robot that was under the desk and that I was inadvertently kicking with my big, clumsy feet.
So then I look down, and it's a pile of parts.
OMG.
SHIT.
SHIT SHIT SHIT.
This is the robot he needed for the conference. He showed me how he could program it to move last night and gave me a demonstration...and I knew it worked and was all in one piece when I took over the desk area. OMG. SHIT.
What had I done?? I played with it a bit and got the legs back on. But then Josh unexpectedly came home from the conference at 10am and we chatted for a bit before I burst into a sheepish grin and began laughing while I said, "So, I was sitting at the desk and when I looked down, your robot was in pieces..." Josh was like, "yeah, it's not very sturdy." He assured me that the legs fall off and I was like, "OMG. I thought I had destroyed it." That was my sitcom moment. I keep thinking back to that moment when I looked down and saw the robot with no legs on. Funny stuff...but then, anxiety usually is.
Josh stayed for while. We had lunch at subway where we discussed how genuinely neurotic he is. When I mentioned that I wondered how he will handle a REAL road trip with the always driving, he said he couldn't even think about it. I told him I would have to keep him drugged and just let him see the photos after the trip. After lunch we came back to the hotel. I researched liquor stores. (You know how I roll.) The nearest one was only like 4 blocks away. Eventually Josh left again to go back to the conference. He won't be back until after 8pm :(
Around 12:30 I determined that it wasn't getting any less volcano outside, and I might as well venture out to scope out the liquor store. The walk wasn't bad. I made it to the liquor store, which WAS shady. A pint of amaretto here cost 4 dollars more than a FIFTH at home. What utter horse shit. I got the pint though, because I intend to relax with a glass tonight.
After the liquor store I walked like 2 or 3 or 4 more blocks because I was determined to find out what this one building was in the distance that I saw from the hotel, that looked like a triangle. It turned out to be a building called "Old National" I took another pic of it from another angle. In the pic from my balcony you can see it next to the clock tower, like a weird precipice jutting up into the sky.
Also, while walking I went through some rough parts that were pretty ghetto. One thing that was cool though, was the front of this building that was painted w/batman. I'll include a pic of that too. I'm sure I looked like a super lame tourist retard, taking pics of everything, but whatever.
So I eventually made it back to my hotel. After walking 12 blocks or something like that in 96 degree weather (forecast for tomorrow is 98 and 99 on Wednesday) I was SO happy to make it back to my room. ...until I saw that the "do not disturb" sign was gone off my door and the maids had come in. I had already made the bed and they remade it. And while they were in here, touching my things, TURNED OFF THE AIR. Seriously? I hate you, maids who don't know what my do not disturb sign means. The sign was back in it's slot on the back side of the door, and I was so pissed. Fuckers.
So then I wrote this blog. Ta Da!
More later, folks.
Up at 6:30am. Josh had to go to his conference super early. That left me in the hotel room, with not much to do other than watch TV, work on my novel and play on the internet...which is pretty much what I did. Plus I cleaned up the place--made the bed and whatnot because I'm obsessive compulsive, a little.
I worked on my novel very little. I am just so sick of it. All of my big dreams for it seem to fizzle out a little more and more every time I read it and i just want to throw it out the window and start over. Which is what I'm doing--minus the throwing part. Sometimes I just want to strangle myself.
While Josh was out, I took over the desk area. He had both of his computers with him, and I could set up my own little writing area, which I did. What I didn't do, was pay attention to Josh's lego robot that was under the desk and that I was inadvertently kicking with my big, clumsy feet.
So then I look down, and it's a pile of parts.
OMG.
SHIT.
SHIT SHIT SHIT.
This is the robot he needed for the conference. He showed me how he could program it to move last night and gave me a demonstration...and I knew it worked and was all in one piece when I took over the desk area. OMG. SHIT.
What had I done?? I played with it a bit and got the legs back on. But then Josh unexpectedly came home from the conference at 10am and we chatted for a bit before I burst into a sheepish grin and began laughing while I said, "So, I was sitting at the desk and when I looked down, your robot was in pieces..." Josh was like, "yeah, it's not very sturdy." He assured me that the legs fall off and I was like, "OMG. I thought I had destroyed it." That was my sitcom moment. I keep thinking back to that moment when I looked down and saw the robot with no legs on. Funny stuff...but then, anxiety usually is.
Josh stayed for while. We had lunch at subway where we discussed how genuinely neurotic he is. When I mentioned that I wondered how he will handle a REAL road trip with the always driving, he said he couldn't even think about it. I told him I would have to keep him drugged and just let him see the photos after the trip. After lunch we came back to the hotel. I researched liquor stores. (You know how I roll.) The nearest one was only like 4 blocks away. Eventually Josh left again to go back to the conference. He won't be back until after 8pm :(
Around 12:30 I determined that it wasn't getting any less volcano outside, and I might as well venture out to scope out the liquor store. The walk wasn't bad. I made it to the liquor store, which WAS shady. A pint of amaretto here cost 4 dollars more than a FIFTH at home. What utter horse shit. I got the pint though, because I intend to relax with a glass tonight.
After the liquor store I walked like 2 or 3 or 4 more blocks because I was determined to find out what this one building was in the distance that I saw from the hotel, that looked like a triangle. It turned out to be a building called "Old National" I took another pic of it from another angle. In the pic from my balcony you can see it next to the clock tower, like a weird precipice jutting up into the sky.
Also, while walking I went through some rough parts that were pretty ghetto. One thing that was cool though, was the front of this building that was painted w/batman. I'll include a pic of that too. I'm sure I looked like a super lame tourist retard, taking pics of everything, but whatever.
So I eventually made it back to my hotel. After walking 12 blocks or something like that in 96 degree weather (forecast for tomorrow is 98 and 99 on Wednesday) I was SO happy to make it back to my room. ...until I saw that the "do not disturb" sign was gone off my door and the maids had come in. I had already made the bed and they remade it. And while they were in here, touching my things, TURNED OFF THE AIR. Seriously? I hate you, maids who don't know what my do not disturb sign means. The sign was back in it's slot on the back side of the door, and I was so pissed. Fuckers.
So then I wrote this blog. Ta Da!
More later, folks.