Thursday, August 20, 2009

My Hotel Room Is A Dog And I Am A Squirrel.

My hotel room keeps attacking me.

The desk where I placed my computer has sharpish knobs for the desk drawer, and my arms and legs keep brushing up against it and scratching me.

It sucks.

it's happened like a million times in a three day period.

Then tonight, I rammed my shin into the coffee table.

Ouchie!

No comments: