The roommate from Hell: Me, not my roommate. I am sure she is cursing her unlucky stars that she ended up with me. Only joking. Half. I didn’t fart, burp or spend hours in the bathroom but I did get up at sparrows fart. After three years of not sleeping in, it is eempossble for me to sleep late. So even though we both got to bed at midnight, I got up at 6. Plus there was that whole ‘unable to breath through my nose thing’. But I was very quiet and left as soon as I could. I am now sitting at breakfast, on my own, with my laptop and I am as happy as a pig in shit.
Besides the cursed snot nose. I took EIGHT neurophen cold and flu tabs and three corenza c’s and three glasses of wine yesterday and I still couldn’t beat the lurgy. So frustrating. Everyone went off to party and I went to my room to sniff in peace and feel sorry for myself.
The good news is that there wasn’t enough room in the entry level hotel in which 90% of the IBMers were booked, so a few of us (yours truly included) were bumped up to the much nicer hotel next door. Yay!
So, all is well so far in Sin City. I might even take a little stroll in the gardens. Or not. I might just carry on doing nothing. How fabulous.
PS I think I might be
antisocial. I’m not sure, but I am
having definite ‘happy to be on my own’ moments. More on that later.