footnotes to bigger grievances (to come)

I wash my socks in the sink of my bathroom because there are six hundred students and only two washing machines here. Then I hang them to dry on a few coat hangers hanging on the edge of my desk because there is not really any other place. Pretty surreal it feels. What is also surreal is that I have 4cm long nails sticking out of the walls of my room, placed symmetrically but also randomly - their function is a mystery to me and I shall leave that to my landlord. I have been spending so much time in my room that the university feels like a small appendage to my surreal adult life (especially now that I have to cook for myself and wash socks in a sink). Which I am quite enjoying. Apart from the socks part.