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Here we go again.
Oct. 1st, 2008 05:00 amDear flatmates.
Today, I fear, has not been a good day. You know I'm not well. And yet this morning, while I'm sat next to the heater in the kitchen, doing my work for the next half an hour before lectures and workshops, very much appreciating the warmth as I have been for the last hour and a bit, you decide that for the five minutes or so you're in the kitchen, you want the heater off and the window open. There goes all the heat I spent so long building up. Thanks.
And when I return from said lectures, having spent a couple of lovely hours round at a friend's flat and now very hungry and tired indeed, at 7pm, the kitchen is a mess. The sink is blocked by who-knows-what, while the hot tap is still running. There's food and sauce scattered all around the place. And a valiant effort has been made to wash up *some* of the dishes, but they're left stacked haphazardly in a drying rack thing, while the rest are abandoned on the table, the floor, the worktops, the coffee table... The butter is out of the fridge. There's sweetcorn bits in a strainer on the table. There's some kind of sauce dripped over the salt bottle.
I walk back out again. Never mind. I'm a student. I don't need food. It's fine, I have work to do anyway. I'm sure my body can fight off a little cold without any need to resort to nourishment, heavens above.
Fine. Okay. Great.
So when you come back into the flat, dear flatmates, at 2am, and you don't know that me and Shadowbyrd are still awake, could you please not be having your domestic at THE TOP OF YOUR VOICES in the hallway - except for when you're slamming doors and running between bedrooms and bawling at each other through said doors or over the phone or in each others' faces or whatever? And could you please not keep this up for the better part of an hour? Oh, and don't set the fire alarm off again, it's boring already.
Never mind. I'm a student. I don't need sleep. It's fine, I have work to do anyway. I'm sure my body can fight off a little cold without any need to resort to rest, heavens above.
But then at just past 3 when the front door and the kitchen door start banging wildly and Shadowbyrd and I dash through to the kitchen to find one of our windows has broken its lock and one of its hinges and is hanging wide, wide open while rain pours in over the TV (plugged in, turned on) and paint and plaster from the walls are scattered over the carpet and the howling gale whips around everything it can get hold off, it would be nice if you gave a damn. Really, it would. It's lovely that you appear to have calmed down from your huff enough that when you and your boys come through to the living room you can sit on the same seat without killing each other, but we're a little busy sorting out who's going to hold the window closed and who's going to go fetch the night guard. (I held, Shadowbyrd ran.)
Don't just sit there. Really. I can do without the draught and the rain and the cold and the oh my god my arms are burning any minute now my elbows are going to pop out of their sockets and my muscles are going to rip from the bones and the wind just got stronger.
Never mind. I'm a student. I don't need to keep up my strength. It's fine, I have work to do anyway, I can write in my head while I'm bracing this thing. I'm sure my body can fight off a little cold without any need to resort to warmth, and the dry, and taking it easy, heavens above.
And, you know, when the night guard guy has come and had a look and we've all tried unsuccessfully to close it, don't just swan off to bed and leave us here. I appreciate one of the boys stayed to hold the window for a while, but then the girlfriend went to go to sleep and he toddled off to use the loo and never came back, and oh look, Lali's left standing on the windowsill trying not to get blown off while she braces the window on her back because her arms really, really can't take any more and this thing will not lock no matter which way she twists the handle.
Still, flatmates dear, you missed the firemen turning up. They fixed it. Kind of. They got it closed, anyway, though it's not right and the night guard guy looked rather guilty when they pointed out they've had to come round and sort this kind of thing before, and shouldn't the building be maintaining its windows better? Apparently the fire brigade charge for rescues like this, too. But you, dear flatmates, would not have known that, because you were asleep in bed.
Oh, and by the way, if Shadowbyrd or I happen to make comments like, "Yeah, normally we'd be asleep at 2am on a Tuesday night, because we have a three hour lecture on Wednesday morning," that's really not an invitation for you to explain that Tuesday nights are the only nights you're loud, and really we should be glad of that. No. Tuesday night is not a good night. Be loud another night and we won't be bothered, really. No, I do not care that it'll drop to once every two weeks after next week. I still have to get up early, and I don't really give a damn if you think you're being generous by letting me sleep properly before my morning lecture once every fortnight. We are quiet past midnight, unless you've royally annoyed us, and silent past 1am. We do not mind anything up to that time of the morning. Beyond that and you're really pushing it. Is that too much to ask of you?
Also, aforementioned mess in the kitchen is not "fine". It's not a personal attack on you so please, claiming, "It was fine when I left it," doesn't help me out at all. It wasn't fine when I got here. So unless my bears have broken out of my room and developed a talent for cooking, you three had something to do with it. Again. We leave the kitchen neat and tidy, and whenever I wash up I wipe down the worktops and the table as well. You've claimed you can't stand there being a mess in the sink, and yet I really, really don't want to know what's blocking the plughole, and you don't see this as a problem?
Never mind. I'm a student. I don't need to be clean. It's fine, I have work to do anyway, I can ignore the mess for now. I'm sure my body can fight off a little cold without any need to resort to not picking up any extra germs, heavens above.
(: <-- Manic smile.
I'm not going to sleep tonight at all, am I?
Today, I fear, has not been a good day. You know I'm not well. And yet this morning, while I'm sat next to the heater in the kitchen, doing my work for the next half an hour before lectures and workshops, very much appreciating the warmth as I have been for the last hour and a bit, you decide that for the five minutes or so you're in the kitchen, you want the heater off and the window open. There goes all the heat I spent so long building up. Thanks.
And when I return from said lectures, having spent a couple of lovely hours round at a friend's flat and now very hungry and tired indeed, at 7pm, the kitchen is a mess. The sink is blocked by who-knows-what, while the hot tap is still running. There's food and sauce scattered all around the place. And a valiant effort has been made to wash up *some* of the dishes, but they're left stacked haphazardly in a drying rack thing, while the rest are abandoned on the table, the floor, the worktops, the coffee table... The butter is out of the fridge. There's sweetcorn bits in a strainer on the table. There's some kind of sauce dripped over the salt bottle.
I walk back out again. Never mind. I'm a student. I don't need food. It's fine, I have work to do anyway. I'm sure my body can fight off a little cold without any need to resort to nourishment, heavens above.
Fine. Okay. Great.
So when you come back into the flat, dear flatmates, at 2am, and you don't know that me and Shadowbyrd are still awake, could you please not be having your domestic at THE TOP OF YOUR VOICES in the hallway - except for when you're slamming doors and running between bedrooms and bawling at each other through said doors or over the phone or in each others' faces or whatever? And could you please not keep this up for the better part of an hour? Oh, and don't set the fire alarm off again, it's boring already.
Never mind. I'm a student. I don't need sleep. It's fine, I have work to do anyway. I'm sure my body can fight off a little cold without any need to resort to rest, heavens above.
But then at just past 3 when the front door and the kitchen door start banging wildly and Shadowbyrd and I dash through to the kitchen to find one of our windows has broken its lock and one of its hinges and is hanging wide, wide open while rain pours in over the TV (plugged in, turned on) and paint and plaster from the walls are scattered over the carpet and the howling gale whips around everything it can get hold off, it would be nice if you gave a damn. Really, it would. It's lovely that you appear to have calmed down from your huff enough that when you and your boys come through to the living room you can sit on the same seat without killing each other, but we're a little busy sorting out who's going to hold the window closed and who's going to go fetch the night guard. (I held, Shadowbyrd ran.)
Don't just sit there. Really. I can do without the draught and the rain and the cold and the oh my god my arms are burning any minute now my elbows are going to pop out of their sockets and my muscles are going to rip from the bones and the wind just got stronger.
Never mind. I'm a student. I don't need to keep up my strength. It's fine, I have work to do anyway, I can write in my head while I'm bracing this thing. I'm sure my body can fight off a little cold without any need to resort to warmth, and the dry, and taking it easy, heavens above.
And, you know, when the night guard guy has come and had a look and we've all tried unsuccessfully to close it, don't just swan off to bed and leave us here. I appreciate one of the boys stayed to hold the window for a while, but then the girlfriend went to go to sleep and he toddled off to use the loo and never came back, and oh look, Lali's left standing on the windowsill trying not to get blown off while she braces the window on her back because her arms really, really can't take any more and this thing will not lock no matter which way she twists the handle.
Still, flatmates dear, you missed the firemen turning up. They fixed it. Kind of. They got it closed, anyway, though it's not right and the night guard guy looked rather guilty when they pointed out they've had to come round and sort this kind of thing before, and shouldn't the building be maintaining its windows better? Apparently the fire brigade charge for rescues like this, too. But you, dear flatmates, would not have known that, because you were asleep in bed.
Oh, and by the way, if Shadowbyrd or I happen to make comments like, "Yeah, normally we'd be asleep at 2am on a Tuesday night, because we have a three hour lecture on Wednesday morning," that's really not an invitation for you to explain that Tuesday nights are the only nights you're loud, and really we should be glad of that. No. Tuesday night is not a good night. Be loud another night and we won't be bothered, really. No, I do not care that it'll drop to once every two weeks after next week. I still have to get up early, and I don't really give a damn if you think you're being generous by letting me sleep properly before my morning lecture once every fortnight. We are quiet past midnight, unless you've royally annoyed us, and silent past 1am. We do not mind anything up to that time of the morning. Beyond that and you're really pushing it. Is that too much to ask of you?
Also, aforementioned mess in the kitchen is not "fine". It's not a personal attack on you so please, claiming, "It was fine when I left it," doesn't help me out at all. It wasn't fine when I got here. So unless my bears have broken out of my room and developed a talent for cooking, you three had something to do with it. Again. We leave the kitchen neat and tidy, and whenever I wash up I wipe down the worktops and the table as well. You've claimed you can't stand there being a mess in the sink, and yet I really, really don't want to know what's blocking the plughole, and you don't see this as a problem?
Never mind. I'm a student. I don't need to be clean. It's fine, I have work to do anyway, I can ignore the mess for now. I'm sure my body can fight off a little cold without any need to resort to not picking up any extra germs, heavens above.
(: <-- Manic smile.
I'm not going to sleep tonight at all, am I?
