My fingers smell like onions.

I really enjoy staying with HS.
She's such a nice girl. Even though she doesn't change into PJs before collapsing into her bed and doesn't wash her clothes until her laundry bag overflows I'm really glad that I'm living with her.

She wakes up early each morning to eat breakfast and when I miss the breakfast opening hours and think oh shit I just wasted my money again paying for food I don't eat, I see two sweet brown buns sitting on my table. She gets breakfast for me almost every time I wake up late la and I'm so grateful.
Not having breakfast sets me in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
Just like how not having enough sleep or stepping on unknown particles on my floor or seeing dirty clothes lying around or not changing the bedsheet spoils my mood.

Anyway, sometimes when I don't go to class I'll sleep in and HS would be up already, hard at work with her laptop.
And every morning I dread waking up because my right calf has incredibly painful cramps which I can't do anything about except lie on the bed, squirming about while waiting for what seems like eternity for the pain to subside.

You know rigor mortis?
It happens to the muscles of recently dead people.
The muscles contract and remain that way because the body does not possess sufficient ATP to allow the muscles to regain the relaxed position.

i think that is exactly what happens to my leg every morning.
Its scary okay. Even though I know that the pain will subside in about 1 min but during the one minute pictures of dead people cramping up appears and I want to cry out and call for help but I know that it is really silly, it is only cramps and nobody will or can help me, so I'll squeeze my eyes shut and hope with all my might that today's cramps will be shorter than yesterdays and I'll fervently hope that someone at that point in time will come and sit next to me to reassure me that it is only cramps I can survive that.

See why i have eyebags?
Little things like cramping in the morning scare the shit out of me and make me feel like the most alone creature in the world and the probability of me dying of pain ALONE of cramps although slim, makes me feel kind of pathetic.

So that particular morning when I was cramping again, HS saw me squirming.
She walked over and asked me if I was alright, then she tried to help me massage to ease the ache.
Massaging doesn't help at all, but knowing that I won't die alone, if I were to die there and then, and that knowing that someone was trying to ease my pain, makes me feel loved.

See, having a roommie is good! Especially if you have someone like HS.

♥Bid Farewell