Waking up at 4am is insane. Everyday this happens. I hate living in a hotel, still not too many more days to go. Two weeks and one day today. Still, it’s another two weeks.
I supposed I should enjoy having my suite cleaned and having new bed lined and towels everyday. Fuck that. I hate hotels. At least it’s not like when I moved to Montreal in September of 2005 and lived in the Holiday Inn for three months, now that was grim!
Bollocks, just looked out the window and it’s still wet, I really want to go skate at the undercover plaza after work. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.