Alright stab me people. Kill me. Drown me. Inject me. Okay no, don't inject me. I hate needles.
Anyway, later I'm gonna exercise. Not voluntary of course, but very much unwillingly due to the command by my management downstairs. There's gonna be a fire drill in a few hours time. Everyone is required to participate, including wheelchair bound citizens. Unless you're not at home, every living thing is required to WALK DOWN THE STAIRS and congregate at the lobby. Pets included. Plants not. They can rot and die in our smoking houses. -_-
And in case you were unaware, i live on the 21st story. WALKING DOWN 21 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS CARRYING A BARKY DOG IS NOT MY IDEA OF A CALMING RESTFUL SUNDAY AFTERNOON. Walk down never mind. Must carry dog and walk back upstairs, cause the lifts will not restart til 3 hours later. I do not intend to waste 3 hours of my life talking to neighbors. If they were nice neighbors maybe. But horrible neighbors? No way...
My thighs had better be thin after this, and my calves muscular. ha.
Okay ha ha i sound like one of those grumpy old ladies... Alright will update you on how i fare later.
I have this odd feeling I'll climb down a few stories, change my mind, climb back up, and hide in my room while the red bulls or red rhinos break into random homes to check for illegal immigrants like me who refuse to participate in necessary fire drills.
ah well. toodle loo! Later alligator! =D
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