I’m bored out of my skull.
It’s only third day here and the hotel death is creeping in. Staying up late at night, staring at Internet (if it happens to work) and waiting to get tired. Completely uninspired to do anything useful like reading the scripts that keep piling up on my hard drive, not to mention actually writing a script. It’s just dead night time, watching dumb YouTube videos, scanning Twitter and trying to think what to eat tomorrow. It’s hotel death, and I’m the victim yet again.
Reading auto-translated Iron Sky comments on Twitter. Walking up to the big window overlooking the slowly quieting city. A car here, another there. Watching maybe a movie! But when the mind is this uninspired as it only gets during these endless nights, even that is hard. Hard to focus. Reading a book? No hope. It’s just endless, slowly crawling hours lying in bed, wishing only the breakfast open up, but it’s still good 5 hours before that. And no hope sleeping.
No hope at all.
I take night walks. I enjoy that. I’ll go around few blocks, take few photos, grab an ice cream at the 7-11. Come back up, back to bed. No sleep for the wicked. Not even close. At least it’s nice outside. Not too cold, not too muggy either. Not too polluted. Nice night air. Nothing is really open, but at least it’s something.
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