I Don’t Remember Any Dreams From Last Night
Probably because I didn’t sleep a wink. I hate a certain, local four-star hotel because a) the heating and cooling sucks, 2), the walls are as thin as can be, and Roman Numeral III) the bed may be celestial, but the pillows certainly aren’t. Ouch, my neck. Also? This place has gotten old. Amenities and perks that might have impressed me four years ago are now old hat. I’ll take the Harmony Motel in 29 Palms, California, any day over this.
One more night. Then I get to go home! For three nights. Then I have to come back to the hotel for another two nights. Boo. At least after that it’s hotel freedom until late winter.
Edited to add: This may sound a bit beebee-ish, but I also now find it harder to sleep when I’m away from IP. Flame me all you want—it’s nice falling asleep with his hand on mine.
That sucks. I have always had trouble sleeping in the hotel of which you speak – it’s usually too hot (regardless of time of year), and there doesn’t seem to be any way to get it cooler.
I knocked down the thermostat to 68 today in hopes of having a comfortable room when I returned. Given that I’m stuck here late, I’ll also have to put up with their room service — blergh.