Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Wah Wah Wah
Am in Texas.
I wanna go home.
I think I like home better than away.
There's no coffee machine, just a weird thing with pods that I can't figure out. The bed is very very high and I feel like I'm going to fall off it. The shower water is hard and sparse and my hair looks like straw this morning. Sarge is power-napping to avoid the fray (not that I blame him). I can't drive the car because it would be a huge to-do. There are labyrinthine and Byzantine house rules that may be broken without one knowing it, at any given moment, and the repercussions are intense. I feel like I'm skulking even when I'm not.
Now I'm done complaining because it really makes me seem like an ungracious asshole, and although I'll never deny that I am, it's really a bit shameful.
I'll be back when I have something more cheerful to add.