Pseudo-flames of hell
Is it bad when you consider your room a death trap? I ask simply because mine is. There is no ventilation aside from the window, and even then, that damn thing is impossible to get open when you are exhausted and close to passing out from the heat. When I finally decide to give in and lie down for a bit to try and feel better, I wind up feeling sick, like everything is shaking, and even more exhausted. I think it is safe to call my room a death trap. Stupid new napier. At least in old Napier I was constantly freezing. There was little chance of having a heatstroke. And if you do not believe me, switch rooms with me and see. *nods*
Anyways, onto lighter subjects. King Leopold's ghost is still laughing at me because I cannot read the damn book about him. I got to page 71 last week and haven't touched it since. Stupid thing. And I've also got to read Hamlet for tomorrow. Or at least Act Four of Hamlet. Shakespeare I can handle. Meh. Oh well.
Work's been decent. I've been finishing boxes every so often. I never thought I would have a job counting pages. I never thought I would enjoy a job counting papers. C'est la vie.
Anyways, to read! Or at least, to Spark Notes!
Anyways, onto lighter subjects. King Leopold's ghost is still laughing at me because I cannot read the damn book about him. I got to page 71 last week and haven't touched it since. Stupid thing. And I've also got to read Hamlet for tomorrow. Or at least Act Four of Hamlet. Shakespeare I can handle. Meh. Oh well.
Work's been decent. I've been finishing boxes every so often. I never thought I would have a job counting pages. I never thought I would enjoy a job counting papers. C'est la vie.
Anyways, to read! Or at least, to Spark Notes!