I walked over to the Target next door (er- sorta next door. There is a huge arena parking lot between the hotel and the Target shopping center). Got a few things like bottled juices and potato chips (because I haven't had potato chips in almost 6 months). I got a nice chicken ceaser salad from their cafe.
The old television and writers desk.
King size bed. It looks comfy, don't it? It ain't.
The bathroom. Just because it is almost as small as my own at home.
The view out of my window, complete with passing plane.
Don't you wish you were here?