War at Home

So I managed to get through a very long week. It was made long by a lot of studying and schoolwork, but most of all I was in a battle for my life. I don't want to oversell this, but I barely escaped with my life from my room that was out to get me. Doesn't help that I've been going through a couple weeks of just wrecking my body. But I always seem to set aside a couple weeks a year to pile up injuries (it makes the rest of the year less nagging). A few will remember the infamous softball back bruise followed by the badly scrapped knee of last summer.

It all started when I arrived back from Florida. As soon as I stepped into my room I could feel my head stuffing up and my throat getting scratchy. Thinking nothing of it really, I decided to hit the sack (my bed, not scrotum). Big mistake. I woke up feeling clogged to the high heavens. It was then that I came to the conclusion my room had decided to go straight to germ warfare. So I went to work.

I washed out my collection of beer glasses and removed the empties from my room. Hell, I even dusted a bit. I did find some mold in a bottle and thought I was victorious!! A couple days go by and I'm not feeling any better. Oh, at some point I found some more mold in a thermos I had on my shelf (Isn't that perfect? A container that keeps whatever is inside at the perfect temperature) . Anyways, I figured I'd air out my room. I fell asleep that night with my head under the window since the cold air felt nice on my face. Around 3 am I woke freezing cuz the temp had plummeted so I shut the window. I went to yawn, but incredibly my lips had completely frozen together! No lie. Next morning when I flopped out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom I saw my bloodied lips and thought, ' Touche Room, I walked right into that trap. However, I will play the part of the fool NO MORE!'

I went on a rampage. I vaccuumed my room (something I have down rarely with previous bedrooms, excluding the move-out vaccuum), Oxy-powered everything I could think of and playing on a tip from a roommate wiped down some mold-building windows. I feel I've finally turned the corner. After a long battle it looks as though a victory for me is impending. Final score Room 27 - Me 30. Yes its a completely random score, but I feel it gets across the length and closeness of the war.

For those wondering, I know my room doesn't possess a spirit or harbour ill-will towards me. It just makes it more fun and I guess gives me the strength to fight through the sick. Also, I'm not that slobby. I kinda made it seem like my room was scuzzy, but the sickness came from microscopic germys. Plus side, its probably as clean as it will ever get.