I sleep in a sleeping bag
I‘ve come back to Waterloo as a resident for one last time before I move out for good sometime this coming week. I asked za brother to come along so he could help me move my huge glass desk and the bed, so now that those two big items have been moved out I have nothing else in my room, other than clothes and my chair. I‘ve opted to camp out in my room for the remaining few days, hence the sleeping bag. I‘m excited.
On the way up, in an attempt to entertain ourselves we decided to spread the holiday cheer. So if you check your voicemail today and you are greeted by strangers doing a not so pretty job serenading you with holiday songs you know who the culprits were. (You‘d be surprised how many people don‘t pick up their phones on a Sunday evening.)
One final week. I can‘t wait.
Btw, Wisdom teeth update: My cheek is still bruised. It‘s a yellowish colour, so that means it‘s getting better. I had my checkup with my dentist, she showed me the before pictures and now I understand why my left side was so horrible: they were completely lodged up in my jaw. I‘m so thankful I wasn‘t awake for the procedure. She finally gave me the syringe thing so I can squirt what use to where my wisdom teeth were with salt water. Joys of all Joy. No, honestly, it‘s fun.
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