Living in a hotel should be awesome. How is it not awesome? I haven’t yet reached my full conclusion but I’ve been trying to make sense of this bizarre actual fact.
In the hotel I don’t make my bed or clean up after myself, because the next day it’s always been cleaned. I’ve never seen the maid, the room just returns to a previous state every 24 hours like in Groundhog Day. I’ve even moved furniture around and had it moved back.
More on this and other exciting developments later.
- Listening to: DJ Krush – Kemuri, in the studio