In Which There is no Point in Writing or Reading this Post.

There is some sort of alarm going off in my apartment building's hallway. It's super obnoxious, which is a phrase that shows off my amazing prowess with words, don't you think? No one seems to be doing anything about it, although I've heard people wander up and down the hall, wondering. I guess we'll all burn or die of noxious fumes or whatever together. 

When you hear that I am dead, you'll know why. Or more likely, you'll just open this post up and see: Edited to Add: The Official People told me that I had to leave, and now I'm stuck at Dunkin' Donuts for the rest of the night because they are open 24 hours and have free wi-fi...

Honestly, we'll probably all just go to bed and mumble curses into our pillows. Which is the coping method of choice when there is random knocking in the middle of the night, or the people downstairs are playing music so loudly the lamp on my end table is shaking, or it sounds like someone very large jumping on the floor above me except I live on the top floor. Humans are funny things.

Wait, scratch that. Not the part about humans being funny things, the other part. From a conversation I just heard through my door between a neighbor and an Official Sounding Man With A Meter Reader, it is apparently a meter (I know!) of sorts, the kind that goes off when the levels of noxious fumes become too high. But also apparently, someone's car running outside the doorway for too long can set the alarm off, and the Official Sounding Man's Meter Reader only showed low levels. So it's all okay! We can all go to bed, exactly like we would have anyway!

Except, I guess we won't die of carbon monoxide poisoning or anything, which is always nice to know. And also the beeping stopped, which is a total plus. G'night, everyone!