This morning after hitting the hay at 6AM I was awakened about 4 hours later by my little sister Lerny and the rate she was working with I shot up thinking the house was on fire. It was something close. My AC was having a bad morning and apparently thought I’d offer some sympathy if it cried a baby sized swimming pool over my desk. My desk. With my books. MY BOOKS. This was the second time it happened, I dubbed the first one “The Great Flood” and for all the damage it did the name suited it just fine.
The AC is just above my study corner and I couldn’t fit the desk anywhere else. So after the First Great Flood I rearranged my books so that the next occurrence wouldn’t be as horrific. This morning showed that my forethought paid off. But I’m still fuming mad. Why me? Why?
Hot Chocolate And Books 