So anyone can guess that the lack of a computer at my flat, in addition to months of being on the road has made me a bit of an internet whore. We all want what we can't have - in my case, it's news, communication, and entertainment (primarily in the form of reading travelling friends' blogs). Did I put the apostrophe in the word "friends" in the correct place? Whatever. I've been at Logan's work for a record 3 nights in a row with him and people really don't belive me when I tell them that I don't work here. I've been at the desk buzzing people in and the like while Logan spends a good portion of the night steadily drinking in the bar. It's not his fault that crazy Welsh blokes buy him (and me when they come upstairs) beer all night, or that americans insist on him taking shots of absinth with them. I consider it his duties as a cool receptionist to get people to reccomend this hostel to other travellers when they come to Prague. At any rate, I've been told plenty times tonight, last night, and the night before that I'm a good girlfriend. Pat on my back dude, I am. It's great to be an unemployed hobo with a sugardaddy...er something...