Sunday, September 14, 2003
Not much to say about today... I watched the Lions lose (badly) to the Packers, I heard about the Dolphins winning, and I did homework. Lots and lots of homework.
I also discovered that I have the wrong calculator for my chemistry quiz tomorrow, but all the bookstores were already closed when I discovered it, so that I am powerless to rectify the situation. Blast and tarnation and all that.
I would also like to mention the fire drill that we had. Last night. At 3:30 in the morning. Three. Thirty. A. M. Fire alarm goes off. It's loud, it's piercing, and I was very, very tired. And angry. Had to go stand outside in my pajamas with a whole crowd of grumblingly mutinous Mojo residents.
And of course there's the joyful fact that I can't get down off of my loft very easily even under the best circumstances (i.e. bright light, alert mental state, clean glasses). At 3:30 am, when I'm tired, and groggy, and the room is dark, and there's a loud jarring noise filling my head, and my muscles are still lax from sleep, getting down that alleged 'ladder' is damn near impossible.
I say 'near impossible' because I did get it down it. I got down it by essentially hurling myself off of it, and scraping up my ankle, knee, and elbow all down my right side. And sort of falling back against the radiator and thanking my lucky cats it wasn't on. Ouch and unfun.
Jen just came into my room to ask about the spelling of 'dichotomy', and I asked her if she knew what had caused the glorious fire alarm to go off last night. Apparently, some idiot was making popcorn at 3:30 in the morning and burnt it. If I knew who it was, I would go corner them in their room and lynch them. And I know several in this dorm who would aid me.
Going to go empty my trash can, and then perhaps contemplate sleep. Or something approximating sleep, anyways. Huzzah for morning classes.