I watch movies in my bed.

I’m back in Roswell as of yesterday. This time I came prepared with some movies to watch, a couple that I haven’t seen before. Since I’d never seen it, and I’ve been on a little bit of a Danny Boyle kick, I decided to experience Trainspotting last night.  Apparently, heroin is fun and games, till the baby turns cold and purple.

The third week of my Roswell psychological state is comparable to the tour-psychology of maybe the second week. I’ve had weekend breaks, so I still have a little sense of time. But man, despite the better pay for being out here, I’m ready to be done, away from Roswell and away from the middle-aged roommate power-farts that wake me… every… single… morning…