Of course, it wouldn't be a standard night in without some kind of drama and/or entertainment. Tonight, the drama came courtesty of one of my housemates being trapped in the bathroom because the handle broke. Two hours she was in there, while we attempted to unscrew the handle and kick the door in (all of which failed). After making several phonecalls to parents scattered across the country, we resolved to call the landlady and have the door removed with minimum destruction. Although that was slightly disappointing.
This week has been a strange week. As well as working on my essay, I had the most horrendous cold, had to miss a seminar or two, and leave a party and club early because my body had deceived me into believing that I had fully recovered. (I was well enough to stand in the street at 9.10pm on Wednesday night and watch a guy being carried out of a house and into the ambulance parked outside waiting. Initiation gone wrong, but we all agreed that had to be a new record. Not necessarily a good effort to be proud of, though).
Tomorrow, the Halloween house party that will no doubt put all parties for the rest of the year to shame. And so tonight we are taking it easy, catching up on TV (Russell Howard's Good News, currently) to be fully prepared for the carnage that will be Halloween at No. 3.
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