Good News/Bad News

[eponymous_rose]

Good news: I'm no longer sick!  I finally got to use my eggplant recipe and it was delicious!  I dragged myself out of the condo for three hours of fencing goodness (though somebody did steal our Good Try Sportsmanship Happy-Face Stamp of Power, so we were all making a special effort to be poor sports)! 

Bad news: It's currently 34.2 degrees Celsius in my room.  Generally, I prefer it to be below 22 degrees when I go to sleep.  *whimper*  I'm gonna dump a glass of water over my head before bed and turn the fan on high, right in my face.  Ick.  (Bad thing with our topsy-turvy climate - the few days when it does get nice and summery and warm, we haven't a clue what to do.  AC?  What is this thing of which you speak?)

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How did my brother and I cope with the terrible weather? By sitting out on the balcony (honestly, I don't know why the rooms were so cheap - they were pretty fancy, despite the whole being closed in thing, and my brother and I unexpectedly got a separate room) and singing terrible songs at the top of our lungs. For some reason, this seemed like a good idea at the time. I don't think the passersby really appreciated it, though. Luckily, we left Frankfurt after only a couple of days, and it rained the whole time we were in Paris, and the hotel room in Berlin (where Dad's conference was) had fantabulous air conditioning. So we didn't all wind up, y'know, dead.

OR DID WE? *dramatic music*

...nah, pretty sure we didn't. Unless we just didn't notice. *nervous* I hope they have a good zombie part for my brother in the choir, just in case.

Oh, and speaking of not noticing you're dead - I've been re-listening to some of the earlier Big Finish audios, and just came across "The Chimes of Midnight" again. It's absolutely brilliant, and I think it might be my favourite of the lot. Which, I guess, further proves my inability to resist Christmas episodes. *hangs head* I'm getting predictable. But it's so delightfully surreal!

*snaps* Oh, I've got it covered. *snaps more and looks around for a beret to don*