Here I am, in my temporary refuge of my spare room. I’ve been driven out from my actual room by an evil beeping noise which has been going on for several days and, once it was brought to my attention, was threatening to drive me psychotic. Today I took emergency action, not only hiding in here but also going around potential candidate buildings and phoning up their owners trying to get a fix on my nemesis.
Until then, I shall reside here. It’s quite nice. There’s even an unsecured wireless network to piggyback on (ssshhh). Still. I miss my old, beep-free room.
I found this actually HILARIOUS. Your face is completely cracking me up. As if you’re sleeping in the terrifying ghost room (come to mine! You know you want to…) xxxxx
You’re like Harry Potter at the Dursley’s