I am off.

There is a Holiday Inn in Chicago, near the airport, that is nasty.
This particular Holiday Inn sports what they call "The Holidome".
The Holidome is a roof over the courtyard of a motel.
Normally you would park your car in this space. The creators of The Holidome had other purposes in mind for this reclaimed territory.
You can't park your car in that space but you can now swim in the pool, relax in the hot tub, shoot some hoops at the half court, play some video games at the arcade, grab some pizza from the local pizza merchant or simply wander around and enjoy the lush tropical styling that is The Holidome. Unfortunately after 10:00pm all you could do is wander the grounds and ask why the fuck the whole place shuts down so early. If I had a room that faced The Holidome I would be glad. I would take any noise from fellow Holidomers in stride and understand that they are merely having fun and enjoying The Holidome for all that it is worth. But my room was on the outside of the building and really did face the parking lot. Although my room did not have a Holidome view, or wifi, it did come with 2 used bars of soap, a half used bottle of water and a couch that had so many cigarette burns in it that it made me wonder if I was in a proper room or a storage shed.

From there we went to a Clarion in Ithaca, NY.
It had wifi. It was clean.
The desk had paper clips, rubber bands, white out and index cards. Nice.
I made a drawing of it.

And now I am at a Radisson.
This room came with no tissues. You don't care about tissues until you need one.
There is wifi here. But the signal is so weak that it is almost useless.
The bed is one of the fancy motorized sleep number models.
A hand control increases or decreases the firmness of the mattress via an air compressor. I played with it while laying down for a few hours. My sleep perfect number is 80. So the next hotel that I am in that has this same sleep perfect number mattress I can just plug my number 80 into it and I will be good to go...to sleep.