I am staying at the Marriott out by the airport. Originally, our room was on the fourth floor, but then we discovered that our TV was possessed so they moved us to the eleventh floor, where you have to have a key pass to get up there from the
elevator. I heart the Marriott.
I have a feeling I'm going to be exceedingly exhausted until I find a place to live. This is not fun. Apartment hunting is only fun if you don't actually need an apartment.
I guess some other stuff is going on, but it's nothing I really feel like delving into at 10a on a Sunday. It would be utterly fabulous if I could be accepted as is, but I guess that's too much to ask. It's beginning to piss me off that you read this. Please stop.
In other news, I'm in that silly ole phase in which life doesn't seem much worth living. Thanks a lot.