How fecking true!!!
So, let me tell you a little story about how incredible stoopid i am.
About two weeks ago, we get a notice yabbering on about how are rooms have to be sprayed. Fair enough, today is the day and on the notice it says they'll start spraying round 10.30 and to vacate the rooms.
I get up at like half 8, so i can be all ready for them (as in not in me pjs) and my lecture at 10am.
And I, of course, being the completely paranoid nut that i am, decide that the only safe place for my duvet, pillows and sheet is the . . . shower
So, after placing a towel down (just in case - hardy har har), I trot off thinking by the time i get back, everything will be done and grand.
Come back and nothings been done. See, i forgot i live in Ireland not Germany so i should have known things wouldn't go to plan. God forbid anything is done on time here.
Me and M (my french apartmate) escape to the cantine for tea and chat and kill time talking about xmas and families bla bla bla.
We return, I go on AW and blogger. I look at my interview crap. I cook dinner. I eat dinner. I think, i've pleeeenty of time to revise for big interview tomorrow that decides my FUTURE.
Tra La La.
I decide to put my room to rights. Everything back in its place.
I open the shower . . .
A Fucking leak.
Everything is soaked.
So, i've spent last two hours drying my sheets, pillows etc. with a fricking remington hair dryer!?!?!
Which probably will cut out and die a sudden death though overuse tomorrow when i'm actually drying my hair after my leaky shower before my big ass interview!!
At some point i'm meant to review my fecking research review too.