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usullusaAt 6am this morning the fire alarm in my building went off. Now, I live in a dorm. Fire drills happen. But the rule is that if the alarm goes off at night it's not a drill. So I leap for my clothes, grab my keys and wallet, and run out the door. It smells like smoke in the hallway. At this point I am actually worried as I clatter down thirteen flights of stairs. And stand in the cold. For an hour. While it snows on me. (I have never sworn for an hour straight up until tonight. I think I invented some new words.)
I guess it was nothing because despite the four fucking fire trucks that showed up, the firemen less rushed out of them so much as they leisurely strolled. I don't really know how I should feel about this.
The fire was on my floor, which was why I smelled smoke when I left my apartment. I am quite certain that some idiot burnt their morning omelet and this is why several hundred people got woken up in the middle of the night.
Funny story, this is the second time the fire alarm has legitimately gone off this week. The first was when a dryer went up in flames. Lately, there's been a lot of fire related incidents in my life. At least nobody ended up in the hospital.
On that note, my grandparents are doing better. My grandfather is probably getting discharged from the rehab center in the next week or so. My grandmother is... well, we're not worried about whether or not she'll make it anymore, but the accident has left some permanent damage on her mentally. She's, ah, not all there anymore. Hopefully she'll improve as she heals...
I guess it was nothing because despite the four fucking fire trucks that showed up, the firemen less rushed out of them so much as they leisurely strolled. I don't really know how I should feel about this.
The fire was on my floor, which was why I smelled smoke when I left my apartment. I am quite certain that some idiot burnt their morning omelet and this is why several hundred people got woken up in the middle of the night.
Funny story, this is the second time the fire alarm has legitimately gone off this week. The first was when a dryer went up in flames. Lately, there's been a lot of fire related incidents in my life. At least nobody ended up in the hospital.
On that note, my grandparents are doing better. My grandfather is probably getting discharged from the rehab center in the next week or so. My grandmother is... well, we're not worried about whether or not she'll make it anymore, but the accident has left some permanent damage on her mentally. She's, ah, not all there anymore. Hopefully she'll improve as she heals...
