Living in a hotel is an awful lot like living at work. It's not home. I can't really cook. I don't have access to my stuff, and there's uber easy access to junkfood 24 hours a day.
The advantage of the hotel? Well... there's no gourmet food, or super fancy satellite and there's not a bajillion people around to talk to when you're bored. But, I can leave whenever I want and like... walk... places.
Today was plumber part 2. Gah. Turns out my place was built with neither a backwater valve nor a P-trap in the floor drain. Right. At least that's fixed now. No other work has happened for like 4 days so hopefully the floors will get started now... or the paint... or anything really *sigh* I just want to go home.
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