This week wasn't completely a smooth ride. Sunday morning I was woken by choking formaldehyde smell. It made me dizzy, I vomited (at first I thought it was from the craft beer I drank around a fire the night before, but it was just a couple beers), and I immediately called maintenance. 2 days passed, they never came. It was not until Monday night: I was studying (after 2 exams, on to the 3rd) about 12:30 am when smoke and embers started coming from an outlet in my bedroom. Maintenance didn't come...the fire department did, as well as the police, and I slept on the couch around 2:30 am. The couch has my roommate's cat dander on it (which I'm highly allergic to) and did not make for appropriate pre-test sleeping. I figured it all out with the supervisor of maintenance the next day, explaining that I know formaldehyde when I smell it...I've done dozens of dissections (too far?).
Besides that, and a few other mini fiascos hardly worth mentioning, I wore my grey on grey (rather discretely) and got through.
Today I had a meeting for my club, class, and some relaxation:
Brown Boots-Necessary Clothing $40.00
Jeans-Annie Sez $20.00
Necklace-My high school boyfriend gave this to me a million years ago and I still wear it hahaha