The room was nice. I didn't have a ride home. So I wandered the cold streets. Desolation and interesting characters on the light rail. The train is a different spectacle in January's darkness. I rode it like an amusement park ride because I had no where else to go. Then at 1 in the morning. Out of desperation, I purchased a hotel room for 200 dollars. There goes my vacation money. Dehydration was a constant concern. I miss living downtown, but I can always commute from my current locus out in the suburban world The quiet life suits me to a certain extent but I am also in need of new music and art. Feeling stale and subdued but I am hopeful the radio station on THAT: A Plan(et) is successful whoever ends up running it. It's obviously the location that matters most in real estate. Live from my cardboard box, I am out of options for fancy vacation anxiety.
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