Post Fire. -.-

I hate fire alarms. It's like having an alarm clock set for the wrong time that you have no control over when it stops ringing.

Every freaking week. Same bat time, same bat channel.

I think if Post ever -did- burn down after all this, we would all just sit and watch it go, then some of my suitemates would light cigarettes on the smouldering ashes, and then we'd all just go to breakfast.