The lady next door's been yelling into a phone for almost an hour now. I banged three times up against the wall, slamming my fist above the bed, and the third time she said something nasty to this tacky wood wallpaper.
And then she told me I better not do it again.
I should probably write something. You know how tough it is to find a hotel with a high speed connection in this deadshit place. Well, its not easy and now I got one and of course now I don't really have much to say.
I think its cuz I'm coming down from too much right now.
So writing doesn't help.
The only thing that gives me any peace at all is when I close my eyes and let the waters flow. Its a little scary at first but it goes and pretty soon I'm imagining strange looking women and big furry coats and basketballs rolling across the floor.
I don't know what to make of any of it but it sure is free. Feels nice for a change. Even the drinks don't let you lose like this. They numb the mind, but this is just accepting it.
Of course I can't really do any of this worth a shit with the fucking racket next door.
One more minute and I do it again.
- posted by Sigurd2/26/2005 11:50:00 PM