My feet are FREEZING
Midnight. Had just finished watching Family Guy in my flatmate's room, come back to mine, and got into my jimjams, when a shrill ringing reverberated around our building. The entirety of our block was raised from slumber/other activities to stand outside in a chilly autumn night (myself cleverly dressed-up in a massive coat) because somebody had clearly fancied a midnight snack. But was too pants at cooking to operate a toaster. (We weren't actually told what set the alarm off but I'm guessing it was a drunkard with some bread). I gave a shoe to a bare-footed friend, penguin-cuddled my flatmates, and considered a pyjama party down the bar. Roger the Halls Cat even came to watch us in our misery.
And now I'm back inside, warming my toes. And my cough is even worse.
I will kill someone if it goes off again because I am quite tired now after a full day of classes and study, with added walking.
I am a wuss. An ill wuss.
(Who admits she does like excitement really, from time to time.)