Creature of Habit

By no stretch of the imagination am I a businessman. It feels so strange coming back to my hotel room when I am done with class. Its like now what do I do. I don't have to make any important business calls. Nor do I have to work on any reports.

The hotel room is just a room. There is very little that is me in the room. I knew that this would happen before I left. I am not homesick I just need to make some kind of new routine for me to follow while I am here.

School isn't that taxing yet. The hardest part is sitting in the same room for nine hours listening to the same person talk. So far I seem to know my stuff.

The woman from the Australian group has a slight Olivia Newton John thing going in her voice. I keep thinking that Sandy from Grease is sitting behind me in class.

Back to the topic of the hotel room. The room seems so remote and sterile. Hotel living forces me to change my eating patterns, which really annoys me. I like to make my own food. Eating out has never really held all that much appeal for me. I ate by myself at the hotel restaurant on Monday night and it bothered me. It reminded me of a cafeteria or something. I can eat alone in a fast food restaurant and not care, but it felt weird in the hotel. Tuesday night I didn't eat at all except for some chips and salsa in my room.

During the lunchbreak at school, I went to a local music store and bought a new cd. The Replacements released a compilation of some b-sides and some of their better known songs. It was an impulse buy, but it made the half hour commute home much more tolerable. Some of the traffic lights are still not working. So this makes the rush hour even more annoying.

I didn't do much tonight except watch Party of Five on television and run out for some fast food. Yes, here I am in a very elegant hotel and I walk through the lobby in jeans carrying some food from Burger King.