Who ever decided that it would be a good idea to pull a campus wide fire drill @ 5:30 in the morning, please throw yourself into a lake. Wait, make that a brick wall.
You know how hard it is for me to find sleep and doctors couldn’t prescribe sleep like this. It was perfect. It wasn’t the tossing and turning kind of sleep that I usually have. It wasn’t even that dreaded dreaming sleep that usually involves x-men, serial killers and my mom dating aliens sleep. It was good sleep. DEAD people don’t sleep that good. Well, because dead people don’t sleep at all.
Then at 5:15 the trumpets start a soundin. I startle very easy. So loud noises other than my Amy Winehouse alarm tone and my alarm clock scare the shit out of me. That fire alarm almost made me piss myself. I panicked. Its in the fucking morning. I have to pee. and I can’t find my pants. I found my cell phone but not my pants. I rush out of my room. I locked my door (because firemen can be thief’s too) and rush down stairs. Its cold. Cold and the pee-pee feeling don’t really work well together. WHAT THE FUCK!!!
All this for a fucking drill. No grease fire. No electrical malfunction. No blown up heater. No one fell asleep with a blunt/cigarette. A FUCKING DRILL. I’m 21 years old. I know how to properly use the fire exits. LEAVE ME TO MY SLEEP.
After the drill it took me a whole 2 hours to find sleep again. and this time it was full of dreams and tossing and turning and it fucking sucked. So that made me late for work. Then I had to deal with the lady with the permanent mustache that looks like that talking statue from “Night at the Museum”. This is just not a good day for me. So far anyway.
Fight Club is a good book. I fell bad for saying that because its creepy! But its really good. I might read it again over the summer. Sickeningly good! is sickeningly even a word. Who Cares?
It takes effort to stay this grounded,
KD
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