I need some cheering up. The fire alarm just went off in my building bright and early, because someone was smoking in their room against the leasing office’s permission. I live on the top floor, and had to walk all the way down with my broken leg while people were shoving past me in panic. What’s worse is that I had to leave my fish and external hard-drive behind. Oh, and the alarms themselves? Turns out that I can’t hear them in my room, so my roommate had to wake me up. They’re also the loudest and most high pitch I have ever encountered, and with my crutches, I couldn’t even cover my ears (which are now ringing up a storm).
One thing I can’t fucking deal with, is when people waste my time. Like, if you make plans to do something with me and either don’t show up or cancel at the very last minute, don’t be surprised when the wrath of Emilie reigns down on you at full force. Exceptions to this rule -of course- include, death of you/a family member/a close friend, and/or sudden but legitimate illness. I’ll have to see a doctor’s note for the latter. Not really.