Day five living in a hotel. I feel like I'm in prison but without all the man-on-man sex benefits. lol To lighten things up, earlier today I went next door to where two of my co-workers were watching telly and when they opened the door I started beating them with a pillow and we had a huge pillow fight. Its been a long, but productive week. I told my boss he is done whoring me out this week and I want to get back to sea. I told him I will be on a ship next week if I have to become a pirate and take it by force. Which was a mistake. Because I'm gay and said I would be a pirate, the Butt Pirate jokes and the "ooh, do you have a long sword or a short shaft?" jokes started. I have no one to blame but myself. I have to start using the word Mutineer, not Pirate.