Felt good about getting some writing done yesterday.
But today, I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed. I thought 3 TVs would be my undoing. But no, it was the super comfy bed with pillows made from angel’s feathers.
When I finally did get up, what do I see in the mirror but a huge sleepy crease on my face, like someone folded up my skin and ironed it (note to self, look up if skin can be ironed.)
Well, that’s what I get for not drinking enough water. But here’s the thing, I just couldn’t pay $8 for a bottle of water in my room. Odd that I have an attack of cheap here, it’s like the last place in the universe where being cheap is a good idea. Now I tried the tap water but it’s, well, it’s green and tastes like green water. Yuck.
So today, I would find cheap(er) water and stock up a bit.
After ironing my face, I went down for breakfast. Menu was interesting. First page of menu. Drinks. Second page. Drinks.
That’s Vegas, baby.
Also saw fried chicken and waffles. For breakfast? Really? Hmmm. This I may have to try.
Waitress was efficient and served with machine-like politeness. Angelina was like that. I miss her. I hope whoever she is driving around appreciates her as much as I did.
Fed and full, it was time to write.
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OMG pillows made from angels’ feathers. Where do I get me some of those?