Hotel

I'm eager to get my house back, mostly so I can mope in peace, and in private. I think it will be around Monday, but for now, the situation has reached an all time low. The bathroom sink is gone, and the toilet has been moved to the shower, so I literally have no pot to piss in. I'm suddenly living in a developing country, where there is just a hole in the floor. To say I'm not pleased is something of an understatement.

I have nowhere else to go, but I did flirt with the idea of shelling out fifty bucks for a hotel room. I ended up being too lazy to make a reservation, too exasperated with everything else that's going on. I can sit on a cloudy beach for the day, but I can't sleep there, or shower there. So now I'm sitting here with a half full glass of water, but I'm afraid to drink it because I don't want to get acquainted with a bush in the middle of the night. That hotel room is looking better and better.

I shoulda shelled out the clams.