Going Dry And Airy
Close proximity is a strange thing because when you are that close, you appear further from it. As if making a point to prove the statement of irony correct, the amount of water I'm drinking is increasingly diminishing despite the fact that the cooler is just outside my room. And I mean just. Or like how I gotten late to school everyday despite the fact I have moved a good 10mins nearer to it by shifting halls.
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Just when the strange-ness of this proximity irony starts to sink in, I came to the realisation that it's not true all the time. The washing machines are a darn 4 stories below me, one that deserves cursing considering the fact that I used to live with machines at the same level. But I've not done any washing for 3 weeks. Damn.
The credible threat of going underwearless if I continue to do nothing is increasingly threatening.
