Just when I had nothing to say for an entire week, now I can say that McMahon has a deafening fire alarm. Yup, the fire alarm went off while I was typing my last blog entry and watching Avril Lavigne on DVD with my headphones. The sound of the fire alarm pierced my ears. Owwww. I left my room as quickly as I could (well, duh, but still).
It was madness trying to get back upstairs. Apparently there's no access to the outside stairs (the door is locked), so I had to back track, avoid the massive crowd surrounding the elevators, and run up the inside stairs. Yeah, I ran to keep pace with everyone else who was running. Rainy, winded, and fire free.
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