It's 2am on a Tuesday morning. I need to be awake and going to the office in 5 hours.
It's raining and the smell of the earth and the grass is wafting in through the open windows. The rush of the rain reminds me of cool, lazy afternoons as a child, lulling me into a sense of comfort and nostalgia. House is playing (last episode of Season 1 - I'm doing a House marathon) and I'm stretched out under a comfy blanket.
It's one of those warm, happy moments that pass all too few and fleetingly. I must remember this.

She-Ra's been dubbed into Tamil. Now I've seen everything.

It doesn't sound half-bad, though. But that's probably because I don't really know the language.

It's 10pm. There are madly chirping baby birds outside my hotel room window. This afternoon, after a request for a jug of water and a jug of ice, Room Service shows up with a jug of ice water, and ice in a black plastic bag. The water was promptly poured into the water kettle, and the jug taken away. Possibly to address some urgent jug deficit happening elsewhere. We are left with slowly melting ice cubes in a black plastic bag, because the 40-year-old minibar fridge doesn't work.

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