Was lying in bed fully prepared to get a proper’s night’s rest before the start back to school tomorrow, mildly berating Busan by Kakao about the video of him squealing like a little baby while attempting to feed my rabbit… in his underwear, which he allegedly didn’t delete off my phone, even though it’s now gone, when I heard a terrifyingly familiar drip drip drip coming from the laundry veranda. The sound of impending boiler death. I know it all too well.
You better believe I watched the fuck out of the ajeosshi when they worked on it last year when this happened, so I hauled my Phillips head and my blowdryer on out there and did the best I could. It seems to have stopped dripping for now. But tomorrow’s a Friday. And we all know that boiler trouble on a Friday night means a very, very dirty, cold and long weekend.
One upside to having a 남친 this year is that it wouldn’t mean total bathing and heat exile — just a little trial run of what he continues to insist is the best idea in the world.
Ho hum. The point is, I need to go to bed. I fear the adrenaline may have gotten the better of me at this point, though.
