Hotel papers part two

I lived alone for three years and absolutely loved it - I know some people might go crazy, but I found it was really peaceful (minus my neighbor playing video games in surround sound...and his penchant for doing plyometrics at all hours of the day...although I about died when he blasted Color me Badd one day...it's hard to be mad when "I want to sex you up" is blaring through your walls...sadly, I think I know all the words to that song...anyway...) So, living alone = good. However, traveling alone = bad (please remind me of this in two weeks when my mother and I will be flying together and staying in the same hotel room for a week...bless her heart, she's my favorite person in the world, but I'm not sure if I see this ending well)

It's only day two and I'm already feeling antsy and I would love someone to talk to (although, I could do without small talk in the elevator...so awkward. Listen up people, it's totally ok to ride 30 seconds in silence, I promise I'm not offended.) I guess I could call someone, but I'm not really in the mood to talk on the phone. I have three more nights of this, so hopefully I hold up without going too crazy. Now would usually be the time I would usually go to the gym.

In lieu of the hotel gym (since working out is banned right now) and hotel bar (I didn't feel like changing out of yoga pants,) I decided to drink champagne in a can and eat some of the 3.83 pounds of gummy bears I bought the other day (what you're seeing here is only about 1.75 pounds) alone in my room. Classy, no? Also? I'm super glad I decided to bring two pairs of yoga pants. 

That's all for now - my 24 hours of internet is about to expire and I don't really know if I want to keep writing about gummy bears and yoga pants (I'm planning on writing more meaningful things in the future.) Thankfully, tomorrow's hotel has free wi-fi (it's also across the street from a Habit...I see a burger with extra pickles in my future.)