Alternatively Titled: Of Bunk Beds and Blathering
14,045 Days Alive
997 Miles Flown from Tampa to Midway Yesterday
4 Hour Delay on My Flight
$36 for a Hostel Bed
This place is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. It’s a really old hotel. The elevator is tiny. And everything looks like an art student was let loose on it after too many Red Bulls.
As I said before, I’m staying at a hostel for the night. It’s called the Freehand Chicago. And seriously I’m still praying that nothing gets stolen or anything bad happens. But trying to go to bed is interesting.
It’s bunk beds and I requested a lower bunk because I’m fat and don’t want to climb an unknown ladder in the dark. But I kinda dig the enclosed space thing.
I’m going to try and bunk down for the night, get up around eight to change and hit the road for home.
I hate that I’m missing work tomorrow, but it’s not my fault. I did the best I could with the situation handed to me. Thank gods for Mellon and his calm, rational support. I was ready to have a melt down in the airport I was so anxious.
Anyway, to sleep, perchance to dream.
Take your meds, folks!
Postmark Wonderland 