D A L I F . C O M

Couch Sleepers

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 07:59:31 +0200

Right... I've just about had it. It seems to me that just about every other shift I'm working at that hotel, I find some moron sleeping on a couch in the bar or some other place. What the hell is it with me and that hotel. Are we random people magnets? Does the hotel scream: it's ok... you can sleep in a couch in here without getting disturbed, as long as you don't mind cleaning staff about you.

So this morning, it's a swedish 50 or so year old guy with plenty tattoos on hos hands and arms. The guy has even taken off his shoes for more comfort. It's about 6 in the am, and the cleaning fuckers are just loafing about. It's the second time I've experienced them not telling me when somebody's sleeping in the bar. I try to explain to them that it's important they let me know. But for some reason, they don't. Anyway, I wake him up with a shake of his leg. Not much for touching these weirdos tbh, but I gotta get him up. He's come to life, and I tell him it's go-time. He's looks a little bewildered, but acknowledges the request. My colleague tells him it's now. Not in 5 minutes. He gets up and starts putting on his shoes, while I walk towards the reception area.

I start messing around with a computer, when my colleague approaches me with the guy's credit card in hand. "Do we have any rooms.. He'd like a room", he asks me. I'm momentarily baffled. Does the guy actually have the nerve to ask for a room? I grab the card, and tell my colleague, that no, amazingly enough, we don't have any rooms for this guy. I walk over to the couch sleeper, and ask him if he understands me (seeing as I speak danish, and he speaks drunken swedish). He nods. So I tell him, either you get out of here now, or I will charge the hours you've slept on our couch, to your card. He accepts his card, and starts to walk towards the entrance. Half way there, he turns and mumbles that he's sorry. I disregard him and walk away.

So... go to a hotel and sleep on a couch for free. When you are thrown out, you ask if you can rent a room. Is it just me, or does that sound like a thief stealing a car, and when stopped by police, he says: Oh, I wanted to buy this car.. did I not mention that to the salesman? I know I was being a bit rough with this guy, but seriously. It's disrespectful to a degree where I don't understand how the hell they even think of doing it. And how do they get in? Do they have a masters degree in sneaking about? And it's all kinds of people. Had a bum sleeping in the conference rooms the other day... an elderly chap with a backpack sleeping on the couches.. two chinese girls, no more than 25-26 sleeping on a couch one night. Where do they come from? Does this happen to all hotels?

I shake my head in disbelief... it's amazing really.

Open windows

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 21:22:35 +0100

It's weird really.. Have had this admin section open in a tab in FF for a few days now, been meaning to write in it a few times, but just never got around to it. Now I'm just thinking what the hey... got a few odd stories I can share, I guess.

All the moving of my stuff is now completed, and I've left Ranc's place for good. Leaving the premise itself didn't bring out any tears of sadness, but I must admit some fun times have been had in that place. And of course, despite his everannoying meowing around mealtimes, catdaddy was a cool little furball, that will be missed... just a bit. But as I said, I won't miss the room that much. Afterall, I'm in my own place now, and despite the fact that things are a tad complicated around here, and too personal to be related here (not for me, but for my family), I'm sort of in limbo between feeling at home, and still sort of feeling like this is my mom's place. But I'm guessing that will be sorted within a few weeks. Most of my stuff is still in boxes on the living room floor. I'll unpack it all, when I'm all by myself, with shelves to put it all in. I've got my clothes in huge closets now, which is just a joy.

Besides living in a new place and feeling absolutely splendid about it, work is as work usually is. One bad thing tho, is, we will lose our room service privilege come April first, meaning a huge chunk of cash will be yoinked from my poor innocent hands. The hotel wants to go legit, for some reason, even tho it will cost them a fuckload of money. But that's as is, I guess. Unfortunately, this means I'll lose some income, and I'm getting the feeling I will be able to notice. Perhaps I'll have to rent out a room for some time anyway. We'll see. This also means that a person will be hired to do the cooking and room servicing at night, at the hotel. That, in turn, means somebody else will be there all night long, very likely wasting my precious alone time chatting away nineteen to the dozen about random pointless topics. I don't know what I'll do. I guess I'll have to pull out the old Mr. Arrogant Prick routine, so people will eventually think I'm an asshole, and just leave me the fuck alone. There's a good chance I'll have to make use of my alter ego to scare people off. Of course, with a bit of luck, they'll hire somebody extremely interesting and funny, so my nights will be cut out for me. But they almost never hire people of that sort. Just me. But then, I'm me... nobody else can claim that. Or... hmm... Nevermind. It'll suck, I know it. I'll type out the story of the night cleaners now, and put it in a new post.

"I need black magic"

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 05:12:58 +0100

Besides me and m'colleague at the hotel here at night, a night cleaning team also occupies the premises. That team consists of some 4-5 different guys, with usually 4 of them working at the same time, throughout the hotel. They vacuum and buff the lobby floor, wipe surfaces down, cleans the basement and the restaurant on the 20th floor.

Most of them speak little or no danish. Some speak a little english, some speak spanish, some speak lord knows what language. Common for them is, they loaf about at night, and are, involuntarily the cause of much amusement for me. The best is then they get into an argument over something, and both are annoyed with the other, but neither can communicate it in any language the other can understand. It takes a lot of self control to not just laugh out loud at them. But be that as it may. One of them, a chinese looking bloke, does speak danish failry decently. He's a skinny little fella, and when he's here, he cleans the restaurant kitchen and floors. Now, I'm not usually the go-to guy when it comes to small talk during shifts. And as such, the cleaning staff and I don't communicate a lot. But this guy is pretty funny. He's on about a variety of different topics, most of which I find somewhat dull. But that's just me.

So anyway, yesterday he walked through the reception back office area at 07 am, where most of the morning staff had arrived. They consisted solely of girls yesterday, and while it's not bad during the nights, the fresh scent of girl perfume does lend a certain ambience to the offices. So he's walking through, taking it all in. Especially this one girl, Carina. He smiles knowingly at me, and then disappears.

Tonight, however, he's back. Asking about the hotel room availability, claiming he'd like to sleep on the 20th floor, you know, for the view. Fair enough. Then he lurks about for a while, then asks me if I wasn't impressed with the way the office smelled yesterday. I know where this is going, but figure wtf... won't hurt. I tell him the girls usually leave a certain nice and fresh smell around. "Yeah" goes the cleaner, "especially that blond girl". Sure, her as well. "Yeah, her husband is probably happy". I tell him she's not married. He looks surprised. I dunno if he had figured all nice girls would or should be married. Now, this is where he turn the tables and gets the better of me. Apparently blatantly selfaware of his own situation, he philosophises on how she'd probably wouldn't ever go for a guy like him, smelling things up from cleaning chemicals, working the night shift. "No, I'd probably need black magic to get a girl like her" he said. It startled me a bit, and I sort of felt sorry for him. I dunno why. I mean, he seems happy enough, and I doubt he was really serious about her, but still. Working the night shift as a service manager, as I do, might not be the fanciest job in the world. But the pay is decent, and I have a responsibility and I get to wear a suit and what have we. Superficial, for sure, but it does maintain a decent facade. He's a cleaner. Now, it's as honorable job as any, if you ask me. But it's inheritingly one that people think less of. And that's sad in a way. I felt a pang of guilt for some reason, and also a bit of respect for this guy. He's doing his best, and I hope it will help him get where ever he's going in life.

Well hey

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 03:15:08 +0100

My god, has it been 7 days already? Well, stuff has been keeping me occupied what with moving and being sick and such. Yeah, I spent all my 5 days off from being in a varying degree of illness. Wasn't ever really sick, but not quite healthy either. Gotta love that.

But I managed to move my stuff... or most of it, with the help of mom. We took it fairly easy, and since I didn't have a lot of stuff really, at my little room, the whole deal was over with in no time at all. Only missing one box of wires, two chairs and the tv now. Will get that tomorrow after I've slept.

Different problems arose, of course, during the day of the moving, and these problems will have an effect on how fast I'll be living by myself. Technically I live in the apartment now, but my stepdad will stay there every other week as well, since he works two fulltime jobs every alternate week. But since he might have to move to a place of his own, I dunno if he'll depart the premises in a matter of weeks or, if he doesn't have to find his own place, matter of months. It's a little messy atm, but I guess it'll be ok. Just a matter of getting used to it, I suppose.

I'm settling in to my new, and so far, permanent abode now. It's good to be home, although I'll have to shake the feeling of being a visitor at mom's place. It's my place now, and I'll need to make the visitor feeling go away, and replace it with the "this is my home" feeling. It'll come around, eventually. I guess I just haven't really realized it yet. You know how you get something you've wanted for years, and then when you have it, the feeling you've imagined in your head for so long doesn't magically appear until after a few weeks. I think that's how I feel now. In the not too distant future, I'll start realizing it's my new home, and I'll start feeling it more. Also, most of the interior isn't mine. I'll customize the place forthwith. But I'm happy with a fully furnished apartment, as I can't afford all new stuff in one go. But it'll be nice to fix that in the coming years.

It's a roomy place, and I like having elbowroom around me. Been living in small quarters for ages now, and I'm enjoying the space. High ceilings, large rooms. And a view. Also, I can open windows now, without people being able to just climb in. And I don't HAVE to have the curtains drawn. This is the second floor. Many things are improved from where I lived before. I'll be alone, which is good and bad. But it'll be ok. I'll be just dandy.

I'm at work now, and it's boring as hell. Haven't managed to install much on this new laptop yet. I did get WinXP on there, and while it's nice to have something I'm familiar with, I do occassionally get the feeling that this box'd rather have vista installed. But I don't care. I'm off for the weekend, and I'll try to get stuff installed properly on here. 3Dsmax and photoshop and such. I'm liking the keyboard tho, which is nice. It's got some decent keys. Ok, right.. best be off. I'll catch you lot on the flippy side.

Complete switcharoo

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 11:02:46 +0100

Well, I'm glad I didn't make aforementioned call. I had me some cups of tea at the hotel. Tried 5 different flavors (the vanilla one was my least favorite), and that, combined with a good meal, turned my situation upside down. I stopped feeling like cack, and started being in a better mood. By the time I left, I was feeling possitively spry. Also, I managed to make quite a bit of dough during the night, and who'd want to give up on that? I know I wouldn't.

Now I'm at home, feeling a bit tired. I couldn't sleep when I got home, but of course now I'm exhausted. And I'm waiting to be picked up by mom. Gotta go help her, and myself, sort of the new phones. And I think I'll bring my new laptop as well, and see if I can kickstart it. I need to install XP on it asap, instead of that time and resource waster, Vista. And then Ubuntu. They are doing some fine things, the ubuntu crowd. I hope I'll be able to get a good install going, with wireless and what have we. We'll see.

Anyway, just feeling better and being possitive about it.

Why didn't I just make the call

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 00:13:00 +0100

I went to bed thinking I could shake this illness. My sleep was weird, as it usually is when I'm feeling a bit under the weather. Disturbed and jumpy. I don't know if I was sleeping or awake half the time. Perhaps both. But when I woke up, I didn 't feel better at all. Quite the contrary as it happens.

Now, I'm not the kind of guy who will be all macho about this illness stuff, going: no way, I can shake it. But working the night shift means that getting somebody to substitute for you is hard on the people working, and might mean one of them has to stay the night. And I know that I should really be concerned about myself first and foremost, but it's hard not to think: no, I'll be ok. Just this one shift, and I'm off and can recover. And it may be so. But I'm feeling like shit right now. Cold and hot at the same time. A mean ass headache, and a slight cough, that is slowly muddling up my throat, as far as I can feel. Starting to hurt a bit. Also, I'm feeling hungry to the point where I could throw up just from my stomach gruelling. Dunno if you've ever tried that. Nauseous just from being hungry. Quite amusing and unamusing all at once.

So I'll go fetch a cup of tea or two, and eat some grub. I bought a few pills going into work, and I'll be popping those bad boys during the course of this shift. THankfully things are fairly quiet at the hotel. I can't bare facing problems tonight. With my luck, there'll be a fire or something, and I'll be passed out in the office. Yay.

On a slightly related note, we had a bit of snow here in Copenhagen today. First rain, then the temp dropped below freezing, and the water on the ground turned into ice. Whoop de doo. Slippery as fuck. I bet a few old ladies or enthusiastic bikers are getting the asphalt treatment today. I hope they manage. Oh well... I best get food. Catch you on the flipside.

Cell Hell

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 08:37:07 +0100

Got my new laptop and mobile phone the other day. Might've mentioned it. Had some difficulties with the order, but finally managed to get it through. Anywho, the laptop was ok, and the phone had a german only manual. That's what we know so far.

Up until now, when I've changed my phone with another, I've always just had it work straight out of the box. With this new one, however, it seems the messaging service isn't up to par between the phone and the service provider. Dammit. This means I need to call them and ask what the fuck is up. Yay. And of course they aren't open until the exact time I'm usually sleeping. Fuckers. I guess I'll switch back to my old phone for now. And then mess with this in my days off. I printed out the english user manual from the intraweb. 170 fucking pages. Printed it at work, since their printers are fast and above all, free (for me). Took me some time to sort the entire thing into chapters, and staple them together seperately. It's a huge pile, basically, but I guess it's for the best. I don't mind just messing around by myself with the phone, but I'm sure I'll run into a wall of problems, so I better have this ready just in case.

It's a pretty big phone, bigger than I had anticipated. But I guess it'll be ok. I can feel it, when I lug it around in my pocket. But I'm guessing I'll get used to that soon enough. What with all the stuff it can do, I'm sure I can suffer a bit. Hopefully I'll get to use at least some of it. We'll see I suppose.

Besides that, I'm starting to feel a bit ill. Like my annual case of the flu. It's annoying, as I rarely get sick. But once a year, usually, I get a hard case of it for a few days, and then I'm clear. Of course it has to happen now, when I'm about to move and have days off. Fucking epic. Oh well, I hope I can sleep it off today and tomorrow... and then it's moving day.

Broke Back Hobo

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 23:08:17 +0100

I left my little note with topics at home, so this one is straight out of memory. Had two amusing incidents at the hotel recently, and I felt you guys might find them hillarious as well. Well not hillarious perhaps, but... at least better than staring at the wall.

A week or so ago, I was out in front, doing something, I forget what. In through the doors walks a scruffy looking dude. It's apparent from the second my weary eyes meets his person, that he is near passing out from alcohol. Fair enough, we've all been there. He carries a plastic bag, and has trouble walking straight. He stops a few yards from where I'm standing, and motions for me to approach him. He seems unable to fully open his eyes. I tell him, that if he wants to speak to me, he can come to me, instead of the other way around. I later regret that decision.

He comes up to me, too close for my comfort, and claims he has broken his back. I regard him with the greatest possible disbelief. He wants me to call for an ambulance. I ask him where his back is broken. Just for fun. It's pretty clear that he just wants a free night in the hospital. He keeps emphasizing that he's just drunk, and that I won't call him anything. He keeps repeating how his back is broken. "Why are you so sick in your head" is another fun comment he throws at me. I can't surpress a laugh as I guide him towards the exit. He tries to escape my grasp twice, without any real effort tho, and is evicted in style. 15 minutes later, he is about to enter through the glass doors. I shake my head at him, and he moves on. Great stuff.

Second story takes place mere days after. At 1 in the am, a cleaning dude comes down and tells me in broken tongues (he tried in several languages, none of which were coherent), that some guy is upstairs, on the conference floor, sleeping, and that he can't wake him up. I walk with him upstairs, thinking some drunk guest passed out in a couch. Wouldn't be the first time. But it's a little more complicated than that. In one of our conference rooms, one that is locked, mind, I found a largish guy sleeping on the floor. He wasn't quite homeless by the looks of him, but he did smell something fierce of urine and bad hygiene. I told him to get up and leave the hotel. He didn't say anything, but just complied, indicating how often he's been thrown out of places. He was in his boots and hat and overcoat on the floor, so it didn't take him long to get up. Looking at his watch, as this situation was the most normal thing in the world, he exited the hotel, leaving behind only a faint smell of weewee. He must've been up there for a few hours, as I didn't see him come in. And he isn't the type of person you mistake for an actual guest. How the fuck he got into a locked conference room, I couldn't tell you. But I guess these dudes have their ways. Amusing little tidbit anyway. Oh well.... enough out of me for now. Later!

MOVE IT!

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 08:34:35 +0100

No, I've not given up on this page. Don't you dare think so. Have I been through rough times lately? Not more than usual? Have I been without internet? No, not that either. Well then what? Oh, nothing really. Just me being bored with life sometimes. I just keep forgetting the things I want to put down. But a little news to share, I DO have.

Because I am in fact in the process of moving. Not moving servers or anything of the like. Just moving apartments. The time I've waited for, on some level at least, for many years has finally come around. I'm moving back home to mom... only, mom is moving out, so I will in fact live by myself. At least eventually. Some technicalities mean I'll sublet one room to my stepdad.. or whatever you call him. He's going to need the room as a base in the city for a few months. But that's ok. He'll be around every other week, and since he's a cozy guy, I don't mind.

So in this new place, I'll have more peace of mind. Granted, I'll miss the evenings of fun with Ranc. But apart from a few hours spent together here and there, those evenings haven't really been around for a year, yeah and a half. That's life. End of an era as they say. It'll be nice to live by myself tho. King of the Castle, master of my domain and all that jazz. I'll be resurrecting Djarnis the server, but this time he'll reincarnate as Djarnis II, the Ubuntu server with a full gui. Yes, full. I have a lot of plans for the server. But more about that later.

I'm just waiting for my new laptop and phone, which the keen and diligent reader will remember I ordered in January before I went on holiday. After a few problems, which I will describe in a later post, I've managed to secure a better laptop. They are at the post office, I'm basically just waiting the them to open up so I can fetch the crap. It's gonna be good :)

Ok, I've got a few topics written down, so I might type out a few more posts now, which will then surface over the next few days here. I really do want to get back into the habit of writing daily or bi-daily at least. It's good to get things out of the system.. and through the fingers seems to be my medium. So until tomorrow or the day after, stay on your good behavior kids. Don't want to have to come to your school to explain to Mrs. Clinkenbeard why you keep eating chalk. Hey-ho.

Backz0rz

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:39:44 +0100

Back home again, with, I guess, a bit to say. I'll get around to that, perhaps tonight. At work. Where I get paid to sit around while doing nada.

Anyway, I'm not dead, as some of you may have assumed, nor did I break a single bone in my adonic body while away skiing. So there. Au revoir!

Off on hols

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 14:56:00 +0100

Hello kiddies...

I know I'm off on holidays, but I just wanted to post this to you people. I found it pretty awesome.. well most of it anyway. Wouldn't mind having a few of those on my walls, to be perfectly honest.

Anyway, back to enjoying life with booze and two wooden planks on my feet.

Decided decidovic decidentations

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 05:51:02 +0100

Ye well... in the moment of truth, I decided upon the 17 inch monitored Acer laptop. You see, with the lethal combination of two parts slain bird, and one part stone, I figured I might as well get a laptop AND a new mobile phone. I had a looksie around the web, and found out the Nokia N82 was the baby for me. Yes, I'm geeky when it comes to tech stuff. I like to play with these toys, and I always felt that the few areas of genuine interest I do actually have, might as well be the areas in which I take extra care I don't buy the cat in the bag.

I'm off work in a moment, with a few events I feel you guys might be entertained from. I'll see if I can remember typing them out when I get home. I'm out... toodles.

Decisions decisions decisions

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 23:58:13 +0100

Some of you may call this a luxury problem, but it's still something that calls for a decision from me. And as we all know, decisions in these types of situations, aren't my strong suite. The problem: My payment for the website is due, and I have to decide if I want one or the other laptop.

They are essentially quite alike in specs, bar a few things. One is a 17" monitor, the other sports a 20" monitor. Now, some of you may be going "what's the problem, just go with the 20" and get it over with". And while that was my first notion, I'll admit I'm tempted to ditch the large monitor for a smaller piece of machinery, in order to lose about 6lbs in total weight I have to lug around. Then again.. 20" monitor... that would be fucking sweet. I don't really like the layout of the 20" tho... but 20 motherlovin' inches of monitor goodness. Seriously?

I'm almost decided, when suddenly Grue joins the frey, links a-blazing. He 1-ups me with a new contender: the macbook pro. Macs.... a mac for me. I dunno, I've not liked macs for years, due to their reluctance to be compatible with the standards I need. But Grue promises these new macbooks are cool. They'll even let you dualboot Mac OSX Leopard with a Winblows installation. Fair enough I guess. And the specs are better than what I've found. My god, how am I supposed to decide? I dunno. My original plan was to dualboot XP and Ubuntu... but I dunno now. The macbooks do look spiffy indeed. What the hell?!? Somebody help.

Dalif.com nearly suffers premature death

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 12:01:18 +0100

Ye, I suddenly realized I had been given a 2 weeks notice for renewing this domain. And that was like.. 9 days ago. My Visa card has been inactive for some time, and I wasn't able to renew it myself, since only a credit card could do it. Had put it off long enough, and it soon became apparent to me, that had I not in fact renewed it before Tuesday, I might very well lose it. And that wasn't a comforting thought, seing as I've had it since 2001.

I spoke to Rancor, and he agreed to renew it for me. But for some reason, the renewing process also required access to webbanking. Right, we tried from his box, but a technical error made it impossible to write the login information in the designated areas on the webbanking page. The textboxes were outside the pop up windows frame, and with no scrollbars, getting them in focus proved impossible.

I was getting somewhat desperate by this time. Then my brother, who happened to be visiting, offered to provide the service required. He had a different bank, one where the webbanking wasn't tied to one computer, and where the coding was sufficient enough to allow him to actually follow the payment through. I opted for a 5 year deal, for the lowly sum of USD 60, meaning this fucker won't expire til 15-01-2013. That's right, baby. 2k13. Howzabout that? Spiffing indeed.

So, now I'm off to do the final corrections on the webpage I just finished up, effectively allowing me to buy a new laptop. I'll be back with you guys in the not too distant future. Be good!

He got mad weapons too

nospam@example.com (Dalif) — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 18:01:32 +0100

... ok so I was listening to Wild Wild West with W. Ill Smith, when I started typing out this blog entry. Is there a problem with that? No seriously, if there is a problem, let's have it out in the open. You sure? Ok, but I don't want to hear about this incident in your best man speech at my wedding, understand? HEY, look at me... do you understand? Doing that that will not end well for you. So, now that we have the finer points settled, let's move on to the topic at hand, namely fewd, or to the layman, food.

As you may well know, I rely heavily on food in order to survive. Now, I may be going totally rogue with my assumptions, but 50 big ones in my pocket says that you do too. So we can readily assume that without food, you and me, and probably about 6 billion other human beings on this earth, would cease to exist, were somebody to remove food from life's great equation. Where are we going with this, you could be pondering to yourself right now. And I wouldn't blame you for it. In all honesty, you probably not been told anything you hadn't already read on a milk carton or something. "Why is this random moron telling me things I already know, I mean what's the point of telling people stuff they already know? It's a waste of time" is a question I'm imagining you asking yourself right now (please donate $10 to my paypal account if I was correct). Well, my shifty friend, there is a point. Read on...

Seing as I'm a sucker for food, I am greatly disappointed when the lack of said food interferes with my daily routine. I'm a poor chap, as you may well know. I've compensated somewhat by getting a job at a hotel, a place where food is in the greatest abundance. I pay X amount of monies from my salary per shift I work, in order to ensure the presence of well crafted food upon said shift. When I worked the evening shifts, food was usually served from 5pm til 9pm, and consisted mostly of some sort of potatoes with some sort of meat, very often chicken. What the hell the chefs were on back there in the kitchen, I've no idea about. Now that I'm working night shifts instead, more often than not, they have left no food whatsoever. Which, to be perfectly frank with you, is well annoying. Since I already pay for food at the hotel, and I happen to be working a lot, thus being at the hotel itself quite a lot, I've sort of based my food budget on being able to ingest the majority of my meals while working.

Hmm it's late, and I had a break of some 12 hours between the first part of this post, and now, so I'm not quite sure what the hell I was saying. Or where this whole thing is leading me. But I guess I'm at least near the end. Spend the evening with my bro, playing Civilization II, and just having a blast. Decent night, all in all. Anyway, to sum the post up, I guess I wanted to say that I'm annoyed with the chefs for not being consistent about the food making. We ordered pizza yesterday, my colleague and I. Hotel paid for it.. Or we made them pay. I guess that's ok. Just not my idea of living healthy, you know... oh well, digression is a must I suppose. Hey-ho!