Long story short. I broke up with my controlling lover after she got a little violent last week. She only did a "Ross Mirkarimi" (look it up) but still it was enough to ask her to get help before we can see each other again.
As well, my house mate's son acts out when David goes out of town to see his LA woman, which he did Friday night...so, worried that my X might stalk me--I decided to find a cheap but decent hotel--so here I am in Tracy....getting my schoolwork done. I finished my GWS125 essay on The Children's Hour...still have seven History 132B essays to read and analyze before Monday...but maybe I can do that tomorrow.
Anyway, I feel like I am in a Dwight Yoakim song...this place reminds me of a small version of Bakersfield but I love the classic country songs they play on the AM station here. Really, nothing going on. The motel clerk even called it a Ghost Town. I went downtown earlier and wanted to stop at this sports bar (to find a restroom) then I realized that not only was it closed but it was CONDEMNED!