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Room service. Hotels. I don't think I've ever had it, or if I have, it's become a story in my mind rather than a memory. I haven't stayed in hotels much as an adult and I didn't stay in hotels much as a kid, either. Those types of hotels, the ones with room service, are for a wealthier class of person or business traveler than I ever was. I have this idea that one day it would be fun to stay a night at the hotel in DTLA that is shaped a bit like a boudoir. Pretend, for a night, to be someone who stays in hotels like that anytime they travel. Live it up. Order room service. Walk around the hallways with no shoes on. That's what people do in hotels, right? I want to go running across one of those big conference hall rooms with no shoes on. I like big open indoor spaces that are carpeted. This is a long five minutes. It's always a long five minutes when I feel like I'm just rambling thoughts onto the page. Ramble bramble shamble. My mind is a bit in shambles lately. I don't know what it is. It's not quite the same as last year, when I felt some resentment about having to anything other than be a mom. Now it's more a matter of feeling disorganized.