I'm sitting in a hotel room near L.A.X., the area where it's close enough to the airport where you can go to your car and not feel like you're going to get shot, but still far enough away that you don't hear the roar of the jet engines (which kinda sucks that I can't hear 'em).
Everyone one is doing their best to rush and get cleaned up so we can make it to the Staples center early, we're seeing Justin Timberlake tonight, and sadly we have general admission tickets, so we have to wait in line.
The chair I'm sitting on is way too low and it makes typing quite difficult.
Anyhoo, I kind of feel like a business man or something, laptop, a small collection of iPods, a fancy laptop bag and camera, blazer and black glasses. I even went downstairs and had a breakfast consisting of toast, blackberry jam and glass of Coke. The only thing missing is a free copy of USA Today.
I often wish that at times that I were a corporate salary man, I have periods in my life where I absolutely love hotel rooms and other times were I despise the word.
We're going to meet up with J.R. and Ginger at Staples and have some bottled waters, maybe some fast food sitting in an ice chest, sounds like fun.
I bought a new fountain pen the other day and I absolutely adore it! The amount of fun I've had trying to learn how to use it properly has instilled within me a spark for more creative writing. I only wish I had brought to kill some time while we wait in line.
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