Duck duck douche
Back to the room early at nine forty five PM after a four forty five AM start but I’m not whining because except for me my room is douche free. This effing hotel has these blow up select number comfort bed type things. The problem is that I don’t know my number and I don’t think I ever will. This bed just pisses me off. I can’t get comfortable. This bed pun inetnded blows.
Luckily I had a dude swear at me today and tomorrow I get to fire him. He lobbed a veiled threat my way and tomorrow on the way out of the building I will whisper a frightening promise his way. Sadly he will be on the business end of my bad week. We all need our outlets and I’ve spent the last half hour figuring out how to give a dude adult nightmares.
