I'll refrain from naming the motel because, otherwise, it's perfectly comfortable. But the wi-fi stinks to high heaven, It's like having a 22.6 baud modem back in prehistory.
Tomorrow, I sign the lease papers at my new residence which -- in the interest of comedy -- I will refer to as the Nunnery Infirmary. (An accurate description of the facility's history, in fact.) The move-in process will begin at once.
On a side note, I can't help but chuckle at how HARD my newly irrelevant detractor is trolling for a response.
In the meantime, I hope you'll check out the widget on the right sidebar and tune in to the "Cranial Vault."
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