Story of my morning!
Mar. 28th, 2008 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressOkay guys, I can't guarantee that this actually happened (I had only gotten three hours of sleep at the time and was subsequently slightly sleep-dep'd) but I think someone just pulled a Captain Wafer* on me.
Roundabout nine o clock in the morning, there's a heavy, annoying knocking on my door. Grace is apparently in class or something, so I have to wake up (Woo for...three and a half hours of sleep at that point, you do the math to figure out when I went to bed) and open it.
There are a couple of burly guys standing there. I don't think they're pirates, but I also didn't bother grabbing my glasses, as I wasn't awake enough to remember a clever thing like that.
"We're here to *something* bedbugs?" I kinda stare, possibly stammering something intelligable.
A door opens, down the hall. "Oh, no, you guys want over here, ??9." The guys look at my door-label-thing (??6), apologize, and go down to the other girl.
I close the door and try to process what just happened. Giving up, I go back to bed instead.
~Sor
MOOP!
*If you utterly don't have any concept whatsoever what this is alluding to, you pretty clearly haven't read The Pirates Mixed Up Voyage, by Margaret Mahy recently enough. This particular childrens book is a combination of favourite book ever, and security blanket for me. Given enough used book stores, I'll get a copy to start lending out to people.
At any rate, it's not required reading to be my friend (I'm not sure anything's required, except possibly the Guide, etc, but it's a wonderful book to read to escape for a few hours, and it's well written, and it may give you a slightly better idea of who I am
Roundabout nine o clock in the morning, there's a heavy, annoying knocking on my door. Grace is apparently in class or something, so I have to wake up (Woo for...three and a half hours of sleep at that point, you do the math to figure out when I went to bed) and open it.
There are a couple of burly guys standing there. I don't think they're pirates, but I also didn't bother grabbing my glasses, as I wasn't awake enough to remember a clever thing like that.
"We're here to *something* bedbugs?" I kinda stare, possibly stammering something intelligable.
A door opens, down the hall. "Oh, no, you guys want over here, ??9." The guys look at my door-label-thing (??6), apologize, and go down to the other girl.
I close the door and try to process what just happened. Giving up, I go back to bed instead.
~Sor
MOOP!
*If you utterly don't have any concept whatsoever what this is alluding to, you pretty clearly haven't read The Pirates Mixed Up Voyage, by Margaret Mahy recently enough. This particular childrens book is a combination of favourite book ever, and security blanket for me. Given enough used book stores, I'll get a copy to start lending out to people.
At any rate, it's not required reading to be my friend (I'm not sure anything's required, except possibly the Guide, etc, but it's a wonderful book to read to escape for a few hours, and it's well written, and it may give you a slightly better idea of who I am