My fort

I can't decide whether these shower-fixer-people (not sure if they're even real plumbers!) are my friends or my enemies. I'm sick of seeing them because of a stupid leaking shower, but I feel like they're some of my only friends right now. Ha! It's a love-hate relationship, if ya know what I mean. They came back last night and it was still leaking. Came back today and supposedly fixed the problem. If it's still leaking in the morning they told me to talk to someone else about it because they've done what they can do. Wonderful. The novelty of the amazing, clean, brand new, all-to-myself shower didn't take long to wear off.

I bought fresh bedding today!!! I'm so excited to sleep tonight. Right now my room is a giant fort, the kind I loved making when I was a kid. I washed my new sheets in my bathroom sink and hung them up to dry. The thing is, I have nowhere official to hang things to dry, so I made my room into a fort and spread them out as much as possible while still keeping them suspended from the ground. My bed and my two chairs were both being occupied by sheets, so all I could do was stand there and watch them dry. I figured another trip to McDonald's should give it enough time to dry. And mind you... I got NO food. Just a drink. Although that woman's fries look really good right now... I feel like I need to defend myself in McDonald's. I did that the other day when I told one of the teachers at school I'd been here. She didn't believe me when I said I've never eaten a hamburger, and insisted I've come from the wrong country. I guess that's a good thing??

...Wait, is that a beer that woman is drinking? Does McDonald's really sell beer in Europe? Not even going to check.