Let's start with The Incident. The Incident, as I have decided to name it, occurred on Sunday and has thoroughly shaken me and caused me to lose all faith in humanity in general. I woke up on Sunday morning, after a horrible night of sleep (we'll get to that later) and after a few minutes, I walked across the hall to the kitchen to get something to drink. For those who don't remember, my roommate and I share a kitchen with two other girls and one staff member who lives in this building. The kitchen is rarely up to my standards of cleanliness. Yes, I have high standards and I am proud of them. Dishes sit in the sink or in the dishwasher for days at a time, which annoys me to no end. Just wash them off, dry them off and put them away, people! There always seem to be crumbs everywhere, or spilled....stuff. It's just annoying. Well, all of this is mere child's play compared to The Incident. As I was saying, I walked into the kitchen to get something to drink and immediately turned to the sink. And there before my very eyes, splattered inside the sink, down the front of the cabinet wall, and on the floor was.....puke. Dried puke. Someone threw up in our kitchen sink and did not bother to clean it up. I'm going to type that sentence again, in all caps, to get my point across. SOMEONE THREW UP IN OUR KITCHEN SINK AND DID NOT BOTHER TO CLEAN IT UP! I......just.....you.....really?????? I can't even formulate words to describe how completely disgusting and unsanitary it was. What kind of person does this??? I'll tell you, drunk people. It was awful. I couldn't stand to be in the room a second longer, so I went back to my bedroom and my roommate and I shared our equal disgust. I decided that something had to be done. So, in true Laura fashion (because really, who else would do this?), I wrote a note. The note said this...
To whoever THREW UP in our kitchen sink and didn't bother to clean it up, please do so. That is DISGUSTING. Thanks.
I taped the note to the door of the kitchen and prayed that the culprit would wake from their drunken stupor soon and take care of their mess. A few hours later, the sign was gone, and the puke was too. However, I am still squeamish about using anything in that kitchen. What is wrong with people? Has all decency been lost? Are people that stupid, careless and ridiculous? Apparently so. I am an advocate for class, at all times and quite frequently, I find myself thoroughly disappointed in my generation. *sigh* But what can you do? Not much, I've learned.
But on to other things. As I mentioned up there, the night before The Incident, I had a terrible night's sleep. And now I've had about four in a row. I'll go to bed and spend literally hours tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I don't know what's wrong. A lot of people say that when you can't fall asleep, you should just get up and do something for a few minutes and then try to fall asleep again. Well, I can't do that. I have a roommate who sleeps three feet away from me and I, unlike others (ahem), am a considerate person. I can't turn on the light to read and I can't really do anything that causes noise for fear of waking my roommate. So I am left to simply lie in bed and hope that I fall asleep soon. Any tips? I'm desperate.
I need cheering up. I'm going to watch The Office.
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