anti-pasta please

i had a great i idea of something to write about. but alas... in the last few minutes while i was wandering over to the ol computerdora to jot it down, it ran from my mind in a spastic frenzy and jumped out the window of my hotel.

i didn't sleep well last night. kinda have had a lot on my mind. also i've been gone out of the house for a while and i'm kind of tired of the hotel life. my recent quest for minimalism with my packing has inadvertantly led to an over-minimalism. i brought one book that i read in the first two days. i have yet to find an english language bookstore to find a replacement and all my compatriots are mid-book and unwilling to trade.

aparently bulgarians are fans of italian food. it is really hard to find a restaurant that doesn't serve only pasta and pizza... i found a few, but it is also difficult to eat at those same restaraunts day in and day out. so i left italy for bulgaria... and i'm still eating italian food.

the hotel leaves a bit to be desired. apparently, on the 15th of October, they shut off the A/C for the season... because the system can only be on hot... or cold... so i have my window open for all the noise of the street to come in.

the hotel also can't hack the present bookings. the elevators lasted all of four days before they went kaput. two of the three just don't work. the other one doesn't come to you unless you are on the bottom floor, or unless by luck someone rises up to your floor. so i've been using the service elevators and getting funny looks from the staff.

this isn't to say that i'm entirely lazy. i am living on one of the upper floors though. i tried taking the stairs for a while, but none of the floors are marked, so if you lose count you have to go onto every floor and look at the room numbers... if you go too far you end up in the sub-sub-sub-basement... which is like -4 in european terms... 0 being the ground floor. also at floor 0 there is a virtual maze of unmarked doors through the underbelly of the administrative branch of the hotel. it is almost faster to wait on the floor for someone to bring the elevator up, and a lot less stressful.

i went to the black sea over the weekend. i stayed in a summer beach town... it is definitely not summer. it was most decidedly empty... but pleasant nonetheless. just the same, i think i'll go back in the summer next time.

i had a fairly taxing day at work today. one of those 'life lesson' type days that you hope never to repeat. it turned out fairly well, and i fessed up immediately about my mis-doings to the boss, but my adrenaline was going for a couple of hours. needless to say i won't have a hard time sleeping tonight.

i'm freaking exhausted.

duvishdene