It's been an odd weekend. Saturday was spent in a daze, thanks to getting exactly one hour of sleep the night before and having two classes to get through. The good bit was that it rained, and god, how it rained! Whoops of joy and wet haired classmates trumped back into class once the shower ended. Initially deciding to bite back the urge to run around in the first proper deluge of the year, I stayed in the classroom, high and damn well dry. That was until a thick trickle of rain water seeped in to the classroom via the very door I was sitting in front of. As the little stream of water seeped into the soles of my shoes, I wondered how to change my seat and who the heck would agree to switch with me and sit in an expanding puddle of rainwater. One blessed young man agreed, and I gratefully switched seats, only to discover, a few dry minutes later that this seat was directly below a spot on the roof that had sprung a leak. The upside was that had I not been observing the droplets falling on my arm and mentally noting the probability of which side of my arm it would slide down each time, I would have not been able to resist rolling my eyes and sighing noisily when the teacher announced that the topic for the day was... (wait for it) "feelings"! Apparently, for a course named Personal Management, study aids include Barney Videos, because there is no way a teacher would otherwise be able to inform us, with a straight face that "Feelings" was a topic we were going to spend a three hour session on.

After getting home from my classes, I was given more good news: the electricity had been absent since nine a.m. that morning. As it was six, rapidly getting dark outside and we had no electricity, I flopped down on my favorite blow-up couch in the middle of the living room and went to sleep to the soothing patter-patter of rain falling outside. It seemed but a second later that my oversimplified dreams and I were rudely interrupted. It seems that while an air couch is second only to a floating cloud in terms of comfort for someone wanting to take a quick nap on one, it has an unfortunate downside, i.e. that if someone decides to violently sit upon the opposite end to the person sleeping on it, it has a nasty see-saw effect. Additionally, if the rude person on the other end should be your brother who wants to wake you up by bouncing up and down on the opposite end, it can only result in immediate wakefulness and even mild nausea at being forced to involuntarily bounce up and down in the middle of your nap. And it was thus that I was rudely awakened from my peaceful slumber.

When the electricity finally did come back around after thirteen hours, I was re-settled into my blow-up couch and firmly entrenched in dream territory, so much so that even the lure of air conditioning was able to entice me out of my new lodgings in the middle of the living room. Unfortunately, mum pulled the deflate plug on me and I ended up on an airless mass of plastic on the floor, which finally got me to get up and climb into a bed and go to sleep. Unfortunately, due to these exciting events, I slept straight through the launch of the new Noori album and I haven't been able to find it available anywhere yet since.

Anyhow, back to work and class.