Lately my mouth has been incredibly dry. You know the way it gets when you're about to have a cold? Yea, it's like that, only I'm less tired than compared to having a cold. Or well, that's not really true but that's more my own fault for not sleeping properly than anything else.
The point is that I've been drinking incredible amounts of water lately and I just didn't know why. That's of course until Mr. English said the following sentence: "my mouth's really dry lately and I just can't make sense of it - do you think it's got something to do with the dehumidifyer?" and suddenly it all made sense. Now I hate it even more. It's a shame really because it's not the dehumidifyer's, from here on called "Bob", fault. Bob can't help that he's loud, obnoxious and annoying. For that we blame the people who created Bob, who brought him into this world and who then ditched him in my apartment. Poor Bob, ugly and loved by no one.
I think I'll go give him a hug. After I stick an axe in his head, of course.
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