We didn't get the rain we were promised last night. I'll have to turn on the news and find out what the weather's going to be like today.
Man, this is a noisy place in the morning. For the last half hour, people have been out in the hall, slamming doors and shouting to one another. It's like a bus station. I've already given up on there being any doughnuts by the time I get to the continental breakfast. Tomorrow, I'm going to have to get there when it opens, grab what I want and go back to the room. The really weird thing about it is, I've seen most of the guests here, and I swear, the average age is deceased. I'm about the youngest person in the hotel. One of those great mysteries of life.
