North Maple Rag

Sometimes, I get antsy.

And so, last night, when a friend who lives in Boston offered to pick me up at the New Haven train station, I said, "uh, okay." Unfortunately, taking a last minute trip to Massachusetts doesn't erase the work I need to finish this weekend. So, I'm sitting by a fireplace in a hotel lobby in Worcester, researching my Note, while my friend makes a cursory appearance at a conference. This is more comfortable than my apartment and there's some lovely muzak, so I've decided the trip was a good idea.

Oh and on a completely unrelated note, people who hang out in hotel lobbies are often asshats.