This time, whenever I told people I was headed to Pittsburgh everyone who asked immediately spat out something negative about the place. Rough town. What a shithole. Watch yourself. Needless to say, I wasn't too keen about coming here.
Turns out Pittsburgh (or at least the part of it where I'm spending most of my time) seems like a very nice city. I can't really tell you why I think it's a very nice city. It bustles and has tall buildings and all the other earmarks of a major U.S. metropolitan area. I think I'm telling you Pittsburgh is nice mainly because I haven't been ass raped like I anticipated after talking with other people about coming here.
That said, I'm not home yet so my opinion of this town could change drastically.
Truth is I've been busy so I haven't had a lot of time to explore Pittsburgh. In fact, I'm a little worn out. I tried to post last night. Here's as far as I got:
When I travel, I usually write in a journal for Debbie. It's primarily an excuse to bitch about the guy sitting next to me on the plane farting or how much I'd rather be home.
This trip I didn't write anything.
I'm not sure where I was going with this post because I fell asleep while I was writing it. I woke up lying in the bed with my laptop's battery burning a hole in my thigh.
That's never happened before. Usually I fall asleep when I read them after writing them.