25 May, 2006 | Leave a Comment
We had one at 4:30 this morning. It’s really quite fun to be roused from a deep sleep by the piercing wail of a fire alarm. Unless you have a heart problem or sleep with a gun next to your bed, give it a try. Alarm clocks are over-rated.
So it turns out that one of the residents in this building is responsible for pulling the fire alarm at these weird hours. Apparently they haven’t caught the little bugger yet. My money is on one of the undergrads, probably some quiet brainy type who will do us all proud by one day becoming the British version of the Unabomber.
While this person has caused me a lot of aggravation and disturbed my very delicate sleep cycle, I guess I pity them in some ways. It’s the final exam period and clearly, they’ve cracked under the pressure. They are slowly going crazy. You see, no good can come from living with 20-year-olds!
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Uh, if I pay you will you stop writing about the fire alarm? I think I’ve heard enough about it to last a lifetime. And since I’m your sister (yes, this is “nastypants”) I get to be snarky. Thank you.
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Bite me.
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WAIT! Look outside your window! There’s a guy with a hooded sweatshirt and bad teeth! THE BRITISH UNABOMBER DOES EXIST!
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A British Unabomber???
Better not open any strange packages!!!
