The worst part about hotels. Room Service. It's good, but expensive. So I now find myself sitting, watching a dvd, and contemplating the dilemma of whether to put on my boots and coat and go walk somewhere and get food, or to just be lazy and order room service. I am lazy, but I am also poor. If T-Shirt were here, I could just send him to get me food (boyfriends are good for things like that) but, he is still in New Hampshire with Nate. Oh well. Maybe I will see if the Sound boys next door want to order a pizza.