This is Glasgow, it must be Thursday.

A guy stepped into the hotel lift last night, bound for the bar.  He carried a laptop.  I raised mine in salute, acknowledging our brotherhood:  Stuck in a hotel in a city where we know no-one.

Today's Thursday.  I know this because that's what it says on my pill blister pack.  The hotel is Jurys Inn.  I know this from the carpet pattern.  I'm alive.  I know this because I can update myblog.  It's the only real human contact I have.



Um, you *are* real, right?