march 16, 2009 01:05am – in Korea
Updating from Lotteria, a huge McDonald's-style fast food chain. It's 1:00 am, and the place is open 24 hours. My flight leaves in eight hours. And I don't have my big bag, which means I might be going to China for two weeks with only what I'm wearing. All my gadgets and documents are safe and sound next to me in my little bag.
The situation is that the friend I've been staying with is MIA. I have the key to his apartment, but the deadbolt is locked, and to my surprise, the deadbolt key is broken or wrong. I actually think he's in there because I can hear his cell phone ringing when I call, but he's in such a dead (possibly actually dead) sleep that he doesn't come to the door no matter how much I pound, yell, and call. My bag is in there.
I feel terrible for being several days a leech on three square meters of floor space, and several gigabytes of bandwidth a day. And for not arriving in time to be in bed at the same time as him, but all the same, my stuff is in there, and I need it.
So I'm waiting for something to happen. For the Ambien to work its way through his system, or to find out in two weeks that he died in there. I'll check back in a few hours, when he should be getting up to go to work.