When the Fan Hits the Shit

Oh lordy-do, what a Tuesday. They just get more and more entertaining. As I am sure, faithful reader, you have already guessed, it is still exams week. As such, I still have things I dread doing, hence the procrastinatory nature of this blog.

Today was the day that all the fears I had for the quintet came to fruition. That's right, folks, the explosion. Now, I would like to think I escaped relatively unscathed, and I did. And I am not going to mention any names but, suffice it to say, I don't really want to live at 39 Great Cumberland Place ANY MORE.

Also, tragedy strikes Zone 2. The flat next to Mike, Chelsea, Annie, and Vomit Hand caught fire...erupting in flames and filling their flat, to include my couch nook, in smoke. Sooooo...now they are over here. Sad, sad, sad. But at least I have people to procrastinate with.

In totally moderately exciting news, we were at Trash last night, and Kelly Osbourne was there. Hoorah. Other than that, pretty uneventful, and the music last night was kind of a let down. Oh well.

Anyways, I just thought it would be fun to tell the world once again of my happenings, but now I should really pay attention to my guests, unwelcome as they may be. Just kidding.