Quality Inns really live up to their name. I had to stay in one last night because I lost my apartment keys. Usually, a place with the word “Quality” in the title would be anything but, but that wasn’t the case here. In fact, it was kind of like a micro-vacation, which is another way of saying that I lazed around and watched quite a bit of cable television, which I don’t tend to do under normal circumstances.
The ‘cable television’ part, not the lazing around, that is.
After staying in that room for only a night, when I got back to my apartment it looked as if a bomb had gone off. Though to be fair the piles of clothing on the floor of my apartment I had made with the intention of going to the laundry–they were divided into whites, colors, and colds–but I was locked out before I was able to do so.
Though keep in mind, that other than the mounds of clothing on the floor, my apartment was at the point of what I like to call ‘acceptable clutter’ (which I define as having stuff out of place, but not so much that you would be ashamed to have a parent over).
Who am I kidding; if I had an inkling that my parents were in the city, never mind my apartment, I would be hiding the porn and putting everything away just so.
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