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Okay. It’s almost 3 a.m. Why am I awake, you ask? Sheesh. I’ll tell you the story. Good thing I only have school tomorrow so I don’t have to wake up earlier. Else I’d be pretty irked.

I was so tired that I basically crashed on the bed around 10:30 p.m. last night. I woke up in a startled daze about a half hour ago as the fire alarm blasted. In my confusion I thought this meant the third floor fire detector had run out of batteries (I remembered it beeping for the past few days). I fumbled for my glasses and put on my sunglasses instead. I was trying to cover my ears and find my glasses at the same time. Not easy.

So I go into the hallway and see my neighbor, Craig, locking his door and zipping up his jacket to leave. That’s when I realized the alarm was sounding throughout the building. This is when I got a bit scared. Nonetheless, I took the time to go potty for some reason. I gathered my phone and my jacket and took off once I found my keys.

As I traveled down the stairs I realized what the doors in the stairways are for. When the alarm goes off, magnets release them and they close. This freaked me out because I thought I was locked in, but they were loose- there I think to prevent fires from spreading.

When I got to the first floor there actually was smoke and my eyes started to tear up as I tried to leave the building, but I was blocked by my neighbor Jesse who was standing at the doorway putting out a fire with his big water bottle. I look down and see he’s dousing some strange broken plate wrapped in something now a singed black. Then Sheila starts asking questions and some dude I don’t know starts yelling “Yeah I did it!”

I guess it was some sort of kitchen fire and the dude wrapped a burning plate with a tee shirt and threw it outside on a planter and the planter caught on fire. I don’t really understand the logic in this, but I hear he was off his meds… This is why my eyes were tearing up, from the smoke of the burnt plastic.

Lame. So I hung out across the street with all the residents until the fire trucks showed up. According to John, my other third floor neighbor, they brought in a single fire extinguisher. When we came back in I also saw a big (loud) fan in the front.

So while we were out on the sidewalk I had a nice chat with Craig and with John and Angie. Good chance to catch up on things, wah wah wah. The drunk neighbor was slouched against a pillar back on the street of our building yelling something about $5 ham. I’m guessing that’s what he burned. What a drunken idiot. Craig was not too pleased about how he could have burned us all up. Apparently this dude almost hit Craig with his car once too. Just mental, I guess.

Anyway, now I’m back in my room. At least now I can go to sleep properly. Brush my teeth and turn off the lights and all. This was just another reminder of how life can be distinguished at any moment…

Still no word on if I made it to the third round of Dolphin Show trials. It’s down to three of us. I hate this long wait… Didn’t take this long last year… Though maybe they were TOO speedy then. The guy who got the part last year freaked out and he ended up having to be replaced at the last minute… I guess singing, speaking and playing the guitar in front of three thousand people two to seven times a day isn’t as easy as it… sounds…?

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