Tales of a restless mind

Fire Alarms

A hand reached from the sky and slapped me hard in the face. This was the slap of reality waking me up from my deep sleep.
It was 4:30 and I was annoyingly interrupted from my slumber by the second fire alarm drill this week.
That’s the arse throbbing part about living on campus, since most university students are irresponsible and are susceptible to starting fires whilst in drunken stupor. Well at least that’s what the administrators think, and by forcing us out of our rooms in the middle of the night, they will be reassured that we would know the correct means of fire escape. If one were actually stubborn enough to stay in their room, not only would they have blood pouring out of their ears due to the unnecessary decibel crunching noise of the fire alarm, but their ears will probably be ringing for the resting of their lives, making them oblivious to all background sounds, as well impairing their other senses since the ringing is so damn loud.
On the other hand, standing outside in your pyjamas for a good 20 minutes in the cold isn’t good for you as well. Either its losing your sense of hearing or your genitals being embellished in frost, so you won’t be able to use it anymore. I think I would rather choose the later, since I can always get a knob transplant to replace my shrivelled 1 inch knob.
Anyways, this weekend has been a rather uneventful one. I’ve acquired possession of my parents house and it feels like an empty cage, with no one around and nothing much to occupy myself with except to talk to the Kitchen appliances that seem to have a comprehensive grasp of the English language. I may need to see a doctor about that.

posted by Drunken Monkey @ 9:52 AM