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Jan. 23rd, 2008 09:43 amAfter a very sane-making conversation with an old friend the other night, I've been sleeping better. Fitfully, and I keep launching into consciousness at the slightest sound, but it's more healthy, I'm sure, to wake up five times in the night than to never sleep at all.
I was looking forward to today and going to a nine o'clock lecture without being wiped for the rest of the day.
Of course, just when I was curled up and sleeping healthily, peacefully, at eight in the morning, there was a FUCKING FIRE ALARM.
I was looking forward to today and going to a nine o'clock lecture without being wiped for the rest of the day.
Of course, just when I was curled up and sleeping healthily, peacefully, at eight in the morning, there was a FUCKING FIRE ALARM.
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on 2008-01-23 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2008-01-23 09:57 am (UTC)The time, when I was a Fresher, when they gave us a 5am fire drill and I spent the next couple of hours handwashing all my clothes because both washing machines had broken - in company with my friend Sarah and to a soundtrack of Meatloaf - is one of my fonder memories of my first year as a student...
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on 2008-01-24 12:22 am (UTC)And, yuck, 5am! Good to know you had a robust sense of humour about it. :)
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on 2008-01-23 01:25 pm (UTC)What crap luck about the fire alarm! My best fire alarm story: I dyed my hair red with one of those temporary mousse dyes for the Halloqueen bop in my first year. So I had a foamy orange mass of hair piled on top of my head, and was about to get into the shower when the fire alarm went. I had to go outside in my dressing gown with my hair still like that - very embarrassing!
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on 2008-01-24 12:23 am (UTC)And, urrrrgh, oh, poor you! And your poor hair! I wish I'd seen you with bright orange hair!
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on 2008-01-23 10:41 pm (UTC)Your morning sounds a bit like my morning, except for me it wasn't a fire alarm but rather the cat leaping onto the bed and attacking my bare feet with rabid enthusiasm, causing me to leap three feet in the air screaming. I WILL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN.
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on 2008-01-24 12:24 am (UTC)And, ah, poor you! That sounds truly traumatic. More so than the fire alarm, because at least the fire alarm is shared agony. *g*