2005-08-23
In the Sandman Hotel
I'm in the Sandman Inn in Q, just outsdie of Prince George. The name of the town has been left out; it was not to maintain privacy, it was because I can not spell it.
I am in love with: ice-machines and jaccuzzis and the thought of waffles for breakfast.
I saw some really good friends (who happened to be driving down) on the way up, just outside of Williams Lake. We just drove past them but..still, it made me feel both hopefull and relieved. A sign that the world outside of my house-that-is-not-my-home exists; the universe has indeed gone on spinning, regardless of my retreats and losses in battle.
My Dad is sleeping (a very good thing for me) and it's just eight. I don't know what I'll do for the rest of the night, barring me retriving my laptop from our rooms. I'm tying up the desktop down here for no reason other than that I can.
I'll update when I can, I'm staying with my best friend's older sister, but I won't be there untill tomorrow night.
suzza at 7:59 p.m.