I arrived in Los Angeles too late to stay at my intended residence, so instead I spent the night at a reasonably-priced motel. Oh, what a mistake. For one, there was no internet available in the whole hotel. Not even for a fee. I admit, it is still early in 2011, but the previous years were 2010, 2009 and 2008... years when we, you know, had the internet.
The worst part was 6:30 this morning, when my room's alarm clock went off for no discernible reason. When you go to sleep expecting an alarm at a certain time, your body kind of mentally prepares you for the sound. This alarm hit me with all the gentleness and care of an anarchist's bomb. Frantically, I pressed the 'snooze' button. It broke free from its mounting, falling uselessly into the machine, which was still making noises. I flipped every switch and pressed every button - all I could do was to replace the loud radio with loud static, and vice versa. I eventually unplugged the infernal contraption, and tried falling back asleep. No dice.
Lots of hotels offer "amenities" and "things that work the way they're supposed to, so you don't have to fret about anything and can actually enjoy life", but how many give you a chance to actually see the machine version of Satan?
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