Well, so far I’ve seen a lot of the inside of my hotel room. Started off Friday morning with a little barfing (gross, I know) from all the meds for the disease and all the other complex things happening in my body. After a two full days of meetings I could barely move, and ended up ordering room service. In NEW YORK CITY. And then watched Live Free or Die Hard on the pay per view.
I was so disappointed. I had friends I could have seen. Great restaurant recommendations, and had already had room service the previous night because we stayed out too late having some corporate drinks. I knew I had to get up early the next morning so it was just easier.
But room service two nights in a row? Well, that’s just an insult to NYC, I think. Stupid medicine.