Is 'Mouldy' really my friend?
Seriously, I need a job. But the thing I really don't get is how I always seem busy?! Here's my theory (taken from Star Trek of course): I live in some sort of tear in the space-time continum. I wake up, eat breakfast sometimes, go to the gym, BANG, two days later, I'm on my way to latin, thinking it's time for lunch, BANG, dinner, BANG, breakfast again. Weird... Although my alternate theory is the total lack of any working windows in my room and the subsequent creation of a petri dish that is my room. So, the seals around the three large windows in my room have all eroded away making a refreshing 24 hour draft through my room, assuming you're a penguine or something. BUT, along with this chilly breeze came an attack from the mold. I have blinds that did a nice job on concealing the initial growth. It's all through the walls and covering the window sills now(looks like a green rug). But now it's grown to such the size that I sort of consider it my friend. Maybe I should call it 'Mouldy'. Anyway, I hope that what I've heard about mold toxins is long term rather than short. Either that or I'm getting some sort of direct infusion of penecillin and that's why I don't get sick. I'm betting on the latter. Although the last few days it's been too cold to sleep, and too cold to get out of bed. I hope the window guys are coming soon. Brrrr....