In New York

It's 5.30am and I'm grumpy. Jetlag put me to sleep around 9.30-ish last night, and I woke up every couple of hours during the night. This hotel room has got a toilet which has water constantly dripping and making a noise. Brain focuses on it; Craig go insane.

The hotel itself, The Hudson Hotel, is all very swanky in the lobby area. It's really close to Central Park, which is a very nice thing. My room, though, is fairly average. The bed is comfy, but the room's pretty tiny: there's virtually no cupboard space, especially when what cupboard space there is is taken up with mini-bar, mini-telly, mini-hifi, enormo-sized hotel directory, and shrink-wrapped CDs of the sort of music only business travellers who never listen to music might open. And - waaaaah! - there's no YES Network on the TV, so no lying in bed watching Yankees games for me.

See, told you I was grumpy. I'm even grumpier cos connecting to the internet in the room failed. I keep getting errors when I try and use the hotel's $10-a-day wireless service. (You don't need me to rant about the price of wireless internet in hotels, do you?) I've got a crap view out of the window too.

So, yes, last night, before I fell asleep, I had an aching muscle pain in my upper arm. Nothing serious. Not until I woke up at 1am after dreaming that an upper arm ache was the first sign of rabies.

My brain's a jumble right now.

The flight was good, though. I wore a Nicorette patch on my arm to keep the cigarette cravings at bay; I read a good Pet Shop Boys interview in The Word magazine; I did some drawing; and I watched Syriana, which I really enjoyed.

Right. I'm gonna shower and go and find somewhere with Internet access and coffee to drink.

So, the above was all written a couple of hours ago. Starbucks makes you pay for Internet it seems, so I'm back in my hotel room after a pleasant rainy walk around the southern edge of Central Park. A very helpful tech support guy connected me to the Internet. I already miss Billy cos I saw a friendly little Cocker just like him in the park.

On TV right now there's a psychic medium connecting people with their dead loved ones over the phone. It's quite scary.