Jul 11, 2005 23:08
The hotel problem was solved by putting my up in a studio apartment normally used for sales. It's very similar to a what you might find at a hotel, except for somewhat more bachelor pad-y. The obvious oversight is some sort of Internet connection, so despite being wide awake in what is the middle of my normal day, I feel relatively isolated. I don't really feel like hitting the dark streets of some Tel Aviv neighborhood looking for an Internet cafe. Fortunately I don't feel hungry, so hitting the dark streets of some Tel Aviv neighborhood looking for a normal cafe isn't necessary.
The room comes thoughtfully stocked with nearly empty bottle of Hankey Bannister scotch and an odd assortment of videos, including the Hebrew versions of "Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles" and "The Secretary" and a Japanese version of "The Way We Were." Something occasionally causes massive interference on the TV. Now CNN looks like scrambled porn, with elicit glimpses of maps of the middle east.
The front door has a seal like a refrigerator, which I can only assume was for protection against gas attacks. There's a ultra-heavy, safe-like dead bolt which I did not get the key for, which would seem to turn the door into a blast shield.
Thanks to modern medicine I feel asleep at midnight and woke up at seven thirty. Now I need to shift gears and get back to work.