Hello, giant hole where I had a ceiling.
Definitely glad we can afford a few hotel nights. This would be super depressing.
Hello bubbling vat of dragon soup. This is definitely a lot better than staring at the unusable bathroom and worrying about where I’m going to serve my body’s excretory needs.
(Not in the tub, either, of course! There’s a perfectly good toilet pretty close. With an inexplicable porthole on the door.)
I feel SO MUCH BETTER after lounging in a hot jacuzzi for an hour and a half. Now to go downtown and chill in a cafe and draw comics.