My second room wasnt quite as classy as my first. I got kicked out of my first room because of complicated GREEK-ALBANIAN politics. Apparently, it is insulting to put a greek person in a room with an Albanian. So, I left my room and went to the Spikey Gate (which in the end was a wicked move).. but.. it meant i had to sleep in the kitchen. And it wasnt the cleanest of kithens.. Something was living in the drain, so every time you turned the water on it would smell like dirty pumpkin mixed with egg and donkey poo. Interesting thing about my bed: the matress had a huge C-Shaped groove in it. Thus, I could only sleep on my left side, because then i would be lying right in the groove.. whereas if i slept on my right, i wouldn't fit properly and it was extremely uncomfortable...ah well..eventually I clued into just flipping the matress... idiot... so it was a little better.. anyway, it was home.. a fixer upper i spose.. eventually i taped off the sink and made it off limits and the smell did go away.. a little.. That little red book on my bed... my journal.. lotsa reflecting took place when i first moved into this room. an experience..