The view from my window matches the spirit of the room to which I will be confined for my sleeping and days off hours. The view of a toll booth and part of the famous swamp of New Jersey really sets the mood. The room is Jersey motel-style: small and dingy with a showerhead that barely reaches my shoulder blades and furniture that was ugly 30 years ago when it was new. I’m sure, if you’re a fan of the Jeresy Jets or Giants, this is a great hotel to come to, get hammered, watch them suck and then come back to get hammered some more before driving back to Rahway, but for a multiple-week stay, it’s just depressing. Hell, there isn’t even a fridge, although i have a promise that I’ll get one tomorrow.
I’m going to try to be vaguely productive while I’m here, at least, and I’ll keep you updated on that here. Tonight, though, it’s my first Sunday without football in a long while, so i’m going to drink a beer, be sad about that and then get some sleep.
