hooray for hollywood

Oscar night. I'm in my pajamas waiting for housekeeping to call me back to tell me whether or not they have the adaptor for my Blackberry that I left in my room the other night. I'm already brewing for a fight if they tell me they don't . . .

I am also listening to the sound of the elevator through my wall. This may be the last time I ever stay in this hotel. I'm getting grumpier by the second.