So, something awful happened this morning, we had a fire alarm at 7.30am. That wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't banking on around 3.5 hours sleep at the time, as it was it was the single most awful thing that had ever happened to me.
See, one of the joys of my accommodation block is that all the fire alarms are hooked up separately, so you can hear the first fire alarm going in the furthest block away in your dreams and your dreaming mind goes into overdrive trying to think of a way to incorporate this horrible noise into your dream. By the time the alarm gets to the next block along it wakes you up and you sit up in bed, not quite realising what is actually going on. And then finally it reaches your room and mother of god. IT. IS. HORRIBLE.
Due to our position on the ground floor, on the block closest to the fire meeting point, our corridor is always the first out and so we shuffle in our pyjamas, bleary eyed, freezing cold and alone into the adjacent car-park. We then have to wait for the block tutors to investigate the building to make sure there actually is no fire, which we all know there has never actually been in our block. This system usually takes around half an hour to complete, though when all we have to do is stand outside, huddling and putting up with each other's half-asleep grumblings, it feels like an age.
I was thinking while stood outside this morning, that a fire alarm is rather like a rapture, don't you think?
Of course the impending rapture is on all of our minds at the minute, due this Saturday as it is.
If God really did decide it was time for a good old rapture then setting off the fire alarms in every building on Earth would be a damn good way to get everyone organised and in a nice group, for easy rapturin'.
There would be a doodle. But I'm so tired right now. Give me some time to come round for my all day nap and there will be one, I swear.
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