Ah, family vacations, why do we do this to ourselves?
So yeah, I'm in the breakfast room of a Quality Inn in Spartanburg, SC, the only place that I can pick up wireless. The hotel advertised that it would be everywhere, but it ends up that it is only select rooms, ours not included.
I barely slept last night due to having to sleep in a shitass cot, and everyone making tons of noise. This cot had no support, seriously, a hammock would have been better for my back. It bent down about a foot when you sit on it, and I really think the floor may have been better.
My brothers wouldn't shut up until my dad sat at the edge of his bed, staring at them. They quit talking, but next door, there were some old people who kept their TV turned up to max volume for most of the night, and again in the early morning. I'm not even sure that I ever got the chance to fall asleep, so pain shall rain down on any who disturb my sleep in the car. We're going to stay in Savannah, GA tonight, before getting to Grandma's in Vero Beach, FL.
Oh, I'm reading Old Gods Almost Dead, a biography of the Rolling Stones. Very good, very interesting, and I highly recommend it to any Stones fan. Ha, it's so weird, Brian Jones's house that he drowned (possibly forcibly) in the pool at was formerly the home of A.A. Milne, author of the Winnie the Pooh stories. There was a statue of Christopher Robin in the garden, bizarre place to die, huh?
Ugh, there are a ton of old, noisy mechanical engineers in here now. I think I may head back to the room.
I barely slept last night due to having to sleep in a shitass cot, and everyone making tons of noise. This cot had no support, seriously, a hammock would have been better for my back. It bent down about a foot when you sit on it, and I really think the floor may have been better.
My brothers wouldn't shut up until my dad sat at the edge of his bed, staring at them. They quit talking, but next door, there were some old people who kept their TV turned up to max volume for most of the night, and again in the early morning. I'm not even sure that I ever got the chance to fall asleep, so pain shall rain down on any who disturb my sleep in the car. We're going to stay in Savannah, GA tonight, before getting to Grandma's in Vero Beach, FL.
Oh, I'm reading Old Gods Almost Dead, a biography of the Rolling Stones. Very good, very interesting, and I highly recommend it to any Stones fan. Ha, it's so weird, Brian Jones's house that he drowned (possibly forcibly) in the pool at was formerly the home of A.A. Milne, author of the Winnie the Pooh stories. There was a statue of Christopher Robin in the garden, bizarre place to die, huh?
Ugh, there are a ton of old, noisy mechanical engineers in here now. I think I may head back to the room.