Off The Road

Stuck.

It’s a long story. But I’m stuck in this strange suburban hotel purgatory waiting for details of a incident to get sorted. So far, every morning, I wake up at 6:30 am and go downstairs to eat the rubbery scrambled eggs and spongey fried potatoes. I fill up my tumblr with the warm brown water that claims to be coffee. And I turn on my Kindle (but never start reading) and stare out the window and wait for the insurance company to call me with good news. It’s been 6 days so far. I don’t know if i can keep eating these disgusting eggs.