So this early morning, right when I was just about to fall asleep and my restless mind was settling down, I was awoken by the blaring fire alarm and flashing light in my room. It was 1:34 in the morning. I shook my roommate awake, grabbed my jacket and my keys, and went downstairs. At one point, it felt like I was walking into a scene of the Titanic. The bottom few floors were flooding. It turns out that on the fifth floor television lounge a heater and some hot water pipes burst. It was so bad that as I was walking outside, water was gushing from the second floor through the brick ceiling as if it was raining.
I'm not going to lie, I felt accomplished in getting out of the building really quickly and getting my roommate up. But we didn't get back until 3:00 in the morning and I have class this morning.
So in an effort to catch up on sleep I decided to forgo my Spanish class this morning and sleep. Until at 8:30 this morning the alarm went off again and my routine resumed.
I am now thoroughly exhausted and frustrated.
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