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Water. - The Bird In the Blue

Aug. 28th, 2006

03:18 pm - Water.

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I remeber when I in the house where I grew up, a house I hated, that I would get a glass of water to have by my bed incase I become thirsty at some point in the night. Often this water would gather a layer of dust on the top and taste gross. I've never experienced this anywhere else, further proof this house was possessed, I think. Well, one night I had left the glass of water on the cheap cicular table with three legs which was much higher than my bed (my bed was very low to ground with a jail thin matress.) In the middle of the night I turned over and my arm hit the table and knocked the glass of water over and it spilled onto me. I never woke up faster from a deep sleep after that incident. It was so weird. The most shocking moment of my life, I believe. So now if I want to wake up in the morning I tell whoever is in the apartment to bust out the squirt bottle. My mom is hesitant to do this, though Staci will gladly do it. If only we had one of those old water guns--SUPEROAKERS! Now the problem is GETTING to sleep. I find that doing math is most effective thing I've experienced.

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