So, I just about died half an hour ago.
I popped home to my apartment to drop some stuff off, walked into the lobby, and was hit by this horrible glue smell. 5 seconds later, I was coughing uncontrollably, gagging, and crying in the rain as I tried not to throw up into the flower pots. The guard, in a typically Taiwanese fashion, failed to take any action at the sight of one of his residents gasping for air in the rain on the front steps, but just stared at me in interest. I bet he'll be the envy of all the other guards, getting to see the Foreigner dying on his shift.
I don't know what the hell it was, but my throat is now raw, I have a pounding headache, and my hands are trembling.
Plus, when I finally managed to race into the elevator and escape up to my floor, I discovered that for the past 5 days my front door has been unlocked. (I'm staying in Daan.) Bugger!
Oh, and it was the Dragon Boat Festival on Sunday. I forgot, and instead of going to see, I lounged around Alex and James' apartment in my cake-eating pants, watching TV. Whoops.
3 comments:
I could not be more frustrated for you...What kind of attitude is it to just stare in intrest when someone is dying! Fuckers.
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Your "Cake-Eating Pants" ??? I want some!
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