I had a great holiday and I hope you all did too. I will get to that part of the story later.
Yesterday I made the drive back to school. 9 hours, my friends. It was a record. Traffic and accidents galore! I know some people who were stuck in it all until 1 in the morning! But, as with most things that suck, it was made muuuuch better by the presence of a friend. And good music. (I think I'm onto some sort of formula with that one.)
OK, but here's the real part of the story. My little slice of house (well actually the entire house) got fumigated during the week that I was home spreading holiday cheer. And besides that, I was gone for an entire week. Which means: food. I couldn't keep anything in my house that would go bad after a week (the milk that we bought three weeks before the break started or fresh fruits and veggies). AND because of the fumigation, we had to put any food that we did leave in the house inside a plastic bag with a special tying method. Then that plastic was to be put inside another plastic bag. Because apparently they've invented fumes that are harmless when inhaled but not when consumed. And also they kill termites.
Point two about fumigation (I had to start a new paragraph because let's face it, I am easily distracted.): They had to turn the gas and pilot light off in our place for these fumes (apparently they are flammable?)
So back to the drive back to school. After driving for more than 3 hours, especially where rain and/or traffic is involved, my makeup gets droopy, my emotions get funny, and that spot on my shoulder starts yelling at me to lay down and possibly take a nice warm bath. But when I got home on Sunday night, my house was an ice box. Literally an ice box. And the emergency make-your-house-warm people wouldn't come to my house because this was not an emergency. Frigidness under exhaustion is apparently not a good enough emergency? I would like to see the people try it.
But I was prepared. And proud of myself for driving for 9 hours without shedding one tear. And I was full of optimism. And my optimism paid off! Because for some reason our bedroom sink was giving hot water. Like enough hot water for me to wash my hair and face and wish that my body fit in my sink. Which it certainly wouldn't. Tender mercies of the Lord, I tell you. If you're the praying type, I highly recommend saying thanks for hot water next time you get the chance.
It's a little strange how I become so emotionally attached to objects that I feel have saved my life. I now call him Mr. Kevin.
One call home to Dad and some stumbling around outside my house looking for a fuse box later, I discovered the box behind a bush and was back in business.
Oh but back to the food! I was starving! 9 hours of driving apparently makes you hungry! And since I had no fresh foods, it was the top ramen that saved me from certain death. Because even cereal is no good if you have no milk in which to drown it.
That Top Ramen was oddly comforting. I think it was the warmth combined with the fact that this is the meal I eat every time I have a stomach flu. Plus I learned where the fuse box to my house resides. And it gave me an excise to spend the rest of the night under blankets and without moving more than a foot at a time.
So now I just have to survive three weeks of school. which includes finals week. yum.
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