So I'm on the way home tonight from helLA.
Had a restless night last night, and awoke- in the luxurious hotel suite that I was sharing with
m4dh4tt3r. He was awake already, and said 'Good morning! I went across the street and got breakfast!' and opened the drapes on a view of something that looked a lot like a sidestreet in the Rive Gauche in Paris. Breakfast was a brie-on-baguette sandwich and a cappuccino.
Then the hotel staff came in and started cleaning as I kind of went 'meh go away' and they were louder and louder until I was left with no choice but to--
wake up, in the Motel 6 hotel suite, tom4dh4tt3r snoring away in the stuffy dark. Bugger sleep for a lark, thinks I, and so to the shower, and to the street, and so to the office.
Had a restless night last night, and awoke- in the luxurious hotel suite that I was sharing with
m4dh4tt3r. He was awake already, and said 'Good morning! I went across the street and got breakfast!' and opened the drapes on a view of something that looked a lot like a sidestreet in the Rive Gauche in Paris. Breakfast was a brie-on-baguette sandwich and a cappuccino.Then the hotel staff came in and started cleaning as I kind of went 'meh go away' and they were louder and louder until I was left with no choice but to--
wake up, in the Motel 6 hotel suite, to
m4dh4tt3r snoring away in the stuffy dark. Bugger sleep for a lark, thinks I, and so to the shower, and to the street, and so to the office.
2 thoughts
1) I want to swap your dreams for mine. The last one I remember was something that involved a lot of my own blood spurting before i woke up.
2) that was an amazingly rotten trick your brain pulled. At least in my case i felt relief when i woke up in my GF's spare bedroom with her child being yelled at to get dressed for school.
...and now I want a brie-and-baguette sandwich. Hmm.
Any word on the rumored SF office?