Why introverts blog

25 floors above Time Square and all I want to do is floss

So it's Saturday night and I'm 25 floors above Times Square and all I want to do is floss. This is how you can tell a true introvert! I'm taking a class tomorrow morning and have to get up at fucked o'clock. At least for $400/night the hotel provides free coffee. If I also steal the toiletries, I can recoup maybe another $1.73.

Should it bother me that Google has suggested "[hotel] bedbugs" as the number two keyword when I look up this place? But the feather pillows are so soft and I'm so tired that I don't even care if it's infested. It feels damn nice right about now.

I'm good

When people ask how your life is going, isn't the instinct always to say, "I'm good!" Even if this is what's happening?