After today’s hearty lunch, my friends and I planned to have a movie marathon in the waiting shed near my dorm (that is, in actual fact, not a dorm. Explaining the grounds on which I was allowed to stay there is getting really exhausting so let me call it “charity house”.) We ended up dividing into factions. There were five of us: one wanted to finish this thriller movie, Amusement; three huddled up in a corner to watch Friends with Benefits; and I, being the sore, emotionally widowed woman I quote myself to be, wound up writing this blog post.
We dropped by the charity house to retrieve my and my roommate’s laptops. What happened next was sort of life-changing in an optimistic sense . . . But immensely gross in another.