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scrottieThe YMCA seems to have finally cracked that gay sex nut. No visitors are allowed in rooms, the halls all have cameras, someone sits at a front desk and watches the video feeds for all floors. Rooms are dorm-like. I feel cloistered.
A bit pesticidey. Windows open which was part of the criteria for deciding that this can maybe work so I've just been sleeping with my head by the window. These sorts of antics are stressful to me and anyone else caught up in my dramas but thankfully I'm alone. Got a bottle of spray bleach and misted the baseboards about as soon as I got here.
Which hotels do and don't pesticide always amazes me. I've been at fancy expensive hotels in suburban corporate districts that absolutely destroyed me, and crumbling cheap hotels in New Orleans that were fine.
First day, I was feeling completely wiped out. I attributed that to the sun from a day at Cal Sailing. Second day, I still just could not wake up. Figured it was pesticide but tried some of my emergency coffee (how can anything taste this bad?) and felt a lot better. Berekley Espresso just makes weak ass lattes it turns out, so I've been mostly going off of instant coffee. Everything is a compromise. Larger panniers and a rear rack and I wouldn't have been able to get stuff on the train by myself but I'd have decent coffee. I'll write about Amtrak in another post.
Keel boat lesson the other night; if I can triage work, hoping to teach dinghy again this afternoon; errands and chores to do.
A bit pesticidey. Windows open which was part of the criteria for deciding that this can maybe work so I've just been sleeping with my head by the window. These sorts of antics are stressful to me and anyone else caught up in my dramas but thankfully I'm alone. Got a bottle of spray bleach and misted the baseboards about as soon as I got here.
Which hotels do and don't pesticide always amazes me. I've been at fancy expensive hotels in suburban corporate districts that absolutely destroyed me, and crumbling cheap hotels in New Orleans that were fine.
First day, I was feeling completely wiped out. I attributed that to the sun from a day at Cal Sailing. Second day, I still just could not wake up. Figured it was pesticide but tried some of my emergency coffee (how can anything taste this bad?) and felt a lot better. Berekley Espresso just makes weak ass lattes it turns out, so I've been mostly going off of instant coffee. Everything is a compromise. Larger panniers and a rear rack and I wouldn't have been able to get stuff on the train by myself but I'd have decent coffee. I'll write about Amtrak in another post.
Keel boat lesson the other night; if I can triage work, hoping to teach dinghy again this afternoon; errands and chores to do.
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Date: 2018-05-10 05:38 pm (UTC)Kinda doesn't surprise me if they're pesticidey, given peoples' paranoia about bedbugs and being in a cosmopolitan city with a substantial homeless/transitional population. Not that that makes anything any better, of course.
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Date: 2018-05-11 06:09 am (UTC)No idea what happened to the guy from the train.
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Date: 2018-05-11 01:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-05-19 07:10 pm (UTC)There's some long history there, predating the Village People song.