my Monday at the Minneapolis Marriott
It was only 16 when i landed in MSP. By only i meant only that low not only that high. i didn't even put on my gloves or hat on the way to the car. Which didn't have a contract in it, so that blew the advantage i had from my plane getting in early.
Work wasn't bad. i'm really drooling over that CPAP...c'mon, Thursday! On the way home, i picked up a bottle of merlot and popped it open and tried to log onto my laptop to get some work done. But, as has been happening lately on this old machine, the keys started to stick and it did the alt-cntl-delete about 50 times and locked itself. Damn. i called a co-worker to get the phone number to tech support (it's in my phone now) and found that it would clear in 20 minutes. So i called room service to order some dinner. That merlot was tasty. Watched "House". Got into computer and started working. Watched "Heroes". About half-way through that bottle of merlot i realized that i hadn't eaten. When did i order dinner anyway? i called down and she said that the ticket was closed...if it doesn't show up in 5 minutes, call. She calls back to ask if it showed up. It hadn't. She calls back and admits that she screwed up the ticket, but it's in. i wasn't sure if i wanted to eat by then...it was already 9:30. But i'd best eat something. And they were going to comp it. i tipped the boy that delivered it, though. Not his fault.
i went to bed with the tail end of Rachel Maddow (perhaps not the best choice of words). i still woke up about 4 or 4:30! *sigh*
