Envigilating the Night Away
Envigilate (v): to watch over with keen interest. ETAs are not required to envigilate exams. They can still envigilate if they want to.
Right now it's 5:49 am and Sarah and I are envigilating whether we want to or not. Once again we've managed to pick a hostel with bed bugs, and even though the lights are on (they really don't much care for the brightness) we still can't bring ourselves to go back to sleep. We're not the best envigilators either, as two of the last three bed bugs have escaped unscathed. However, the third was very scathed, perhaps enough to make up for the other two.
We're kind of in the fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me problem. You see, this is our second night at this hostel and we totally found bedbugs in the bed last night. But as far as we could tell our plan of mosquito net protection and "sleeping with the light on like scared first-graders" worked like a charm. Tonight we were slightly less successful. Sarah awoke an hour ago to fresh blood on the sheets, courtesy of one of our hemophagic roommates. Now I won't go so far as to say it was an abundant amount of blood, but when it comes to bodily fluids on the bed, I subscribe to the belief that any is too much.
Let this be a lesson to those who believe that they can "change their hotel" and "make it a better hotel" and that "it's really sorry, it just loves them so much." Hotels aren't like dysfunctional romantic relationships. There's just no quick fix for them. What was wrong the night before will still be wrong the night after. I guarantee it. So I'm not going to make excuses for 100 Cintra Street, even if the owners were really nice and just love us so much they don't know what to do. Love means never having to envigilate because you're afraid blood-sucking monsters are going to attack you if you sleep. It's a shame we're leaving this morning to go back to school, because I'm so sure that if we gave them just one more chance...
Right now it's 5:49 am and Sarah and I are envigilating whether we want to or not. Once again we've managed to pick a hostel with bed bugs, and even though the lights are on (they really don't much care for the brightness) we still can't bring ourselves to go back to sleep. We're not the best envigilators either, as two of the last three bed bugs have escaped unscathed. However, the third was very scathed, perhaps enough to make up for the other two.
We're kind of in the fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me problem. You see, this is our second night at this hostel and we totally found bedbugs in the bed last night. But as far as we could tell our plan of mosquito net protection and "sleeping with the light on like scared first-graders" worked like a charm. Tonight we were slightly less successful. Sarah awoke an hour ago to fresh blood on the sheets, courtesy of one of our hemophagic roommates. Now I won't go so far as to say it was an abundant amount of blood, but when it comes to bodily fluids on the bed, I subscribe to the belief that any is too much.
Let this be a lesson to those who believe that they can "change their hotel" and "make it a better hotel" and that "it's really sorry, it just loves them so much." Hotels aren't like dysfunctional romantic relationships. There's just no quick fix for them. What was wrong the night before will still be wrong the night after. I guarantee it. So I'm not going to make excuses for 100 Cintra Street, even if the owners were really nice and just love us so much they don't know what to do. Love means never having to envigilate because you're afraid blood-sucking monsters are going to attack you if you sleep. It's a shame we're leaving this morning to go back to school, because I'm so sure that if we gave them just one more chance...
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