She Lives.

That wasn't in the least bit thrilling and I'm convinced it was fate's (more on fate later) ploy to get me out of my PJs. Here's what happened, loyal readers (consider this a shout out, Michael!) So I peer out and see most of the building downstairs. Being a fan of the herd mentality I start to wonder if I should be part of this "communal gathering at 9" as well. I head to the door knob for another one of my foolproof touch-and-sniff tests when I smell smoke. (At this point, I rush back to my laptop, type in the last line of my earlier post), throw on some jeans (no I WILL NOT run down 16 floors in my PJs even if my hair is on fire), and begin running down the corridor, miss the fire exit, run back, then run down to the theme of "this piercing fire alarm". All the while I'm thinking, damn I should have brought some tissues, what if I have to sneeze on someone, gawd am I the last one out, will I make it out, how cold is it outside, when on Floor 11 the alarm stops. Of course I knew this would happen -- I was thinking more like Floor 5, so I curse the world and fate (still more, later) in general and start to make my way up. When, once again, the alarm goes off. So I turn right around, resume my quest for silence in the open air, when, on Floor 10, it's off again.

That's it. I hobble back up, hear my neighbors TV (they never left despite the smoke and caterwauling), throw on my PJs, and get back into bed.

And that's been all the exercise I've had all day.


The original point of wanting to write a blog post was to mull (in words) over my wonderful plans home. Once I get my visa and tickets, of course, I'll be heading home and then to the UK. While I'm home I get to visit Goa after donkeys years which should be fantastic as well. The last time I was in Goa was in 2000 -- my friends and the rest of the world (no, seriously) were there to celebrate the millenium or for those in a ridiculously inebriated state (consider this your shout out, Vids!... note to self: beg Vids to read this post)-- millium. Now I'll be going in all sobriety, with the parents, to celebrate those fantastically sandy beaches, warm waters, and everything that's right with the world. Then to the UK to celebrate some of the world's best shopping sales. Oh and celebrate fam, of course.

This is all provided things go as planned. This would be the point I'd talk about tempting fate and what not but since the time the fate-bashing thought was planted in my head (roughly 10 minutes ago) and now, I seem to have grown more lily-livered and thought better of it -- so only positive shout outs to fate.

That's all there is to that then. Back in the present, the fire trucks have left, silence ensues, sleep continues to evade, and everything is back to being A-OK.