sometimes.

sometimes I worry about the people that get put in the rooms around me. because most nights I end up laughing at funny text message conversations. some online video clip that isn't really that funny, but it reminds me of something else that I actually find funny. or the fact that I've spent the last 25 minutes balancing a flashlight on my shoulder so I can make shadow animals on the walls of my hotel room.... yes, yes, I feel so sorry for the people next to me. But I'm seriously having the time of my life over here.