I told the tale of the A/C to my roommate who emailed me to ask if it made sleeping any better (I leave before she gets up so she must have noticed I'd gotten the thing out of the hallway when she got up). She was as sympathetic as can be expected when one is laughing. She thought it sounded v. BJD, which it does when you have the full information, such as that I was dessed only in a pair of panties at the time. But given that the instructions on my cordless drill (which needed the cord anyway since it had run out of juice) do not specify that shirts or bras need to be worn, I suppose it's okay.
And she offered to drive me to get stitches if I ever need them in the middle of the night :)
And she offered to drive me to get stitches if I ever need them in the middle of the night :)
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