erin, if you're wrong about towels not getting that dirty when you dry off after washing thoroughly, I don't want to be right.
I do like having someone make the bed and clean the bathroom, so I never saw a reason to keep housekeeping out. But then, I don't get to stay in hotels much these days, le sigh.
The older I get, the harder it is to switch from theatre hours, where I am up until 4 am and wake any time between 9 am and 3 pm, and regular office hours, where I have to be up by 6 at the latest.
Yesterday I got up at 6 am fine, but then went back to bed and slept until 3. That made this morning brutal.
Ugh, Sophia, switching schedules like that is hard.
I think I've decided to stay in my crappy apartment one more year. It's not likely that I could find a better one for enough less than my new rent that it would save me any money. And if I get a new job that pays more, maybe I could increase my budget? (I realize I should not do that, as I already pay All The Money in rent.)
Wonderful. Another night given over to nightmares. I don't think I've ever woken up crying before.
Last week's lost night is pretty much what kicked my headache into third gear early, so I'm not sure what this one will do. I want to curl up into a ball, but not go back to sleep, because horrible things are there.
Wow, a hell of a morning in Buffista land.
Oh my god. A kid at an all-boys' Catholic school here shot himself in the middle of class this morning. [link]
I don't even.
Oh, dear god. That's awful.
I can't even think of anything to say except to point out that in a just world--or Australia--the boy wouldn't have been able to get his hands on a gun, in all likelihood.
horrible. I cannot even imagine.