my boss tried to warn me.
she told me -- don't stay at that hotel. it's "flithy and disgusting" i think were her words.
so i tell her, i've stayed at more than my fair share of dumps. not to worry, i'd be just fine.
bravado. i deserve my fate.
my room key is actually a key. on a plastic keychain that has my room number melted into it. crudely. and there's sticky stuff on it. tune in tomorrow. i'll have pictures.
and wish me luck. i've got to go back there and sleep now...
:-(
mary
