OK...I've calmed myself down a bit...

...with a little help from my friends.  I'm at my father's to get away from the flophouse. I left a part of this morning's post out. When the guy's smoke alarm went off, I was walking past his room and he had the door open trying to see why the alarm was going off. I saw one of the other rooms. If I didn't think I'd hurt his feelings, I'd ask him if I could take a picture of it to show you. It was awful. Seriously, a jail cell would be healthier. It's hard to believe that people live like that but they most certainly do. Now I know why they're all so impressed with my room.

Speaking of my room, when I got back last night, I noticed that the bathroom door was locked. I thought to myself, "I didn't lock that door from the inside the bathroom." So, before thinking, I tried to open it but there was a chick showering so I just got my computer and went back downstairs. When I went back to go to bed she was gone and when I woke up, she was asleep so I waited for a while to shower myself. I showed her my instant coffee, creamer and sugar and told her to help herself. She said that she didn't know if she would be staying. I was freaking out so I just called my father to come and get me. He did, I'm here and it's all I can do to stay awake because it's so quiet and I'm so sleep deprived. My nerves are a bit shot but as soon as I decide where to go, I'll be OK. I need a plan. Not an evil plan, just a nice one.

They call that place the Hotel California because you can check in but you can't ever leave. I'm not about to let that happen to me. I'm headed for greener pastures. But first, I'm going to suck down some more coffee to wake my ass up so I can ask my father what he thinks I should do. See ya soon.