After jobs or interveiws she would watch Supernatural, feeling somewhat close to the Winchesters. Never having a real home. Never having real parents. Never having a real anchor. She envied them as well. They had each other, Bobby, someone. Anyone would be better than no one.
Mid-morning I checked into a cheap motel for two nights. Down to $340. If she didn’t show on the Saturday night, I’d at least have a place to sleep until bolting from Sydney on Sunday morning, and it gave me a place to hang out. The room was cramped and stuffy. After a short while I barely noticed. Nothing held my attention until I flicked through the TV channels and caught a news item about a big Ecstasy bust in Pittwater.
Je suis arrivée en retour dans LA, mais mon vol de correspondence a été annulée et il faut que j'attends pour un autre avion. Que sera sera je suppose. Je dormirai au Motel Six ce soir, parce que c'est pas cher. Au moins il y a le climatisation et un lit. J'ai eu un séjour fantastique dans Polynésié français, mais je suis excitée aller chez moi bientôt.