September 21st, 2004

lookin' good

There are drunk teenagers..

partying on the balcony outside my room..talking like there's not someone right behind them in a hotel room [the blinds are closed; good thing because I do NOT want to wear work clothes after I get done with the day and I do NOT feel like making extra dirty laundry; you get the picture]...

Quiet hours in 43 minutes...

not that I'm counting...