Just this week I moved from my room here at the institute into Elvira's apartment with her and Faith due to the first of the groups arriving this week.
I like it because it's a pretty independent life. I've got my own set of keys (yes I am proud of this) and come and go sometimes without seeing Faith or Elvira.
There is no shower. It's a spray thing in a bath tub. I'm not going to lie I was a tad weary of this at first. However, my first experience with it yesterday surprised me.
I'm a fan.
It's like a shower. Except you get to sit down. It's fantastic.
I also brought over a mattress from the institute (yes I'm a princess) so I sleep on two mattresses and I'll wake up in the middle of the night to find I've fallen into the the abyss that is the space between my mattress mountain and wall.
I've been having these super vivid, realistic dreams that makes me question reality.
Quite a few mornings I have woken up to things like my mother in the room or Faith cleaning the closet or me turning my alarm off only to actually wake up a few seconds later and am left to decipher what has actually happened.
That may be a side effect of sleep deprevation.
But I shouldn't complain. Because:
a) I'm so busy and entertained that there are no side affects (except the lucid dreams and excessive eating habits)
b) Everybody else here has been working so hard even through their sicknesses
The only ones not sick are Faith, Jacob and I (we've got those young, invincible immune systems).
I need to run today. And take a shower. And do my homework. And skype. And laundry. And clean. And socialize. Nah.
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