Last night, I fell asleep after an exhausting day of Caravaggio and describing the Penitent Magdalene to a blind person. Geez, it's like school is bombarding us with as much work as possible before the end. Anyways, I was curled up and dreaming one of those awkwardly funny dreams, when I hear a loud rattling, followed by a loud BANG.
I jumped out of bed a la Severus Snape confronted with shampoo, only to my find my mother halfway out my window. I asked her what she was doing in half-asleep language ('Mmmbllehhhhh'), to which she replied the following:
'I smelled something funny from my bedroom, and I wanted to know if I could smell it from here too.'
'Woman, if you could smell it from my bedroom, you wouldn't have to stick your head out of my window sniffing the heck out of Africa,' I replied like the obnoxious ingrate child I am not.
'Well, I smell it, and I think it's from your AC (yeah, let's not delve into how much sense that makes, please. I think my head would explode out of comprehension.). So what does she do? She seizes my AC remote and turns my baby off. Now the thing about is me that I cannot sleep without the sound and feeling of cold air from the AC. I was like that since childhood when I lived in the snowiest place on Earth: Canada. So you can imagine how rudimentary an AC is for me now that I live in the hottest part of Africa.
Bullocks to swimming! I'm an insomniac who's nostalgic for the winter. Besides, I'm not that good a swimmer. I am, however, an exceptional skater for someone who played hockey for one year about a half-decade back. :)
Isn't that Kureiji?
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