I used to think so many people committed suicide in hotels out of some sort of premeditated anonymity. I was foolish for thinking so. Its the free "HIGH SPEED" wireless coming in at a whopping .9/Mbps. If the smiling verbal regurgitator at the front desk would only not use the phrase, "HIGH SPEED" it might be incrementally more tolerable, but that's only a theory. I feel like I'm getting dumber every moment I stare at that barely-moving progress bar, thinking any second now and all will be well. This must be what hell feels like.
Hotel Hell Fun