New roomies arrived last night. I was enjoying my solitude with my noodles and a book when a guy from Brisbane rocked up at around 8pm. We chatted for a bit, but luckily he was as tired as me so we went to sleep at around 9pm. Then another guy (I'm pretty sure it's a guy, but I have no idea how I know this) rocked up at 11pm and made lots of noise and kerfuffle trying to find the free bed. I'm on the bottom of a bunk bed, and the top was the free one, but I had my gloves on it so that may have confused him. Eventually he settled down, after making the whole bed rock whilst climbing up and down. I don't remember my original roomie coming in, but he was there this morning.
I had one of my crazy dreams and chatted away through it apparently. I do this sometimes because I'm awesome :P I also clearly pick the best nights to start talking. I'm eating breakfast with the dude from Brisbane, and he said he doesn't remember what I said.
Ergh I feel really groggy and yuck, and this disgusting percolated coffee is not helping D:
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