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apple masses, meaning floods and knife attacks, a la "Psycho"

8.00 clock. Woke up, high shrunk from a strange dream where I was standing in a field full of apples, painful bladder and a fly buzzing around my ear, pushing.
All right, got up, first tried to kill a fly, but unfortunately, the ceiling is too high, too short and I fly to the clever (if flying since then may be). First to the bathroom, on the way seen that a flood in our kitchen. The condensation of our would-freezer runs down the entire cabinet and collecting on the floor.
Fuck!
first time in the bath, then removed to the kitchen and deluge. While my dear roommate asleep happy in his bed, I hammered like a maniac with a huge carving knife on the ice one, looming up in and around the freezer to glaciers. I'm doing it a pagan Flo noise seems not to interfere. Maybe he wants to hear nothing, in his room it is quiet at least. After half an hour (I am still wearing my sleeping clothes), I have facilitated the refrigerator for 10 kilos of ice. Of course, it looks like hell, all foods are soaking wet. So I clean out the fridge, brush and dry everything off again. Because I am Dom 'I'll throw away a jar of pesto, which already creates new life. Followed by a pot of jam, which is already there for my collection in the refrigerator and anscheind belonged to my previous tenants, and an open pack of feta cheese green color of my roommates (sometimes I wonder if that do not have eyes in the head , with me flying out all at once if it has expired). The lust for me breakfast is now gone.
9.30 clock. I'm still in pajamas, so I'm moving to me. The floor in the kitchen is full of dirty spots. This is Flo's job, I do not care anymore! When I find myself changing clothes
with full force at the window head. Outside, a cyclist passes by and watches with a grin to my room where I jump around cursing and underwear. Ah yes, the window is open! Beautiful, so I can at least semi-Aachen look in underwear.
10.00 clock. My stomach growls. I feel like scrambled eggs and bread. Crap, no bread, but what I have the baker's shop?
A look into their wallets - 11 cents. you! The days where you got it even a loaf of bread but are sadly over. So no bread with egg, instead I must content myself with an apple.
10.30 clock. My friend is sitting on the train. The first positive experience today is overshadowed by the fact that I burn myself on the hot coffee.
10.45 clock. Ooooh, there is still life in this WG! Flo gets up and shuffles to the bathroom a hangover.
10.47 clock. Flo goes back to sleep. Fine, at least one here, the rest has gone!
10.50 clock. When I open the fridge, I encounter several apples and fall to the ground. Apples again, I say what?
ado, I eat the strawberries, which Stephan has not got in the fridge. They are sweet and taste like summer.
me smile. If so.