I haven't been sleeping well lately. But last night, I got to bed reasonably early and was set to recoup my considerable sleep deficit. Of course, that wasn't going to happen. At 8 or so, a policeman comes to our door and tells us there's a gas leak and that we have to evacuate NOW. The, of course, smells like gas, and I'm certainly not in the most pleasant of moods. But I comply, having no wish to get blown up. As I'm leaving, the alarm starts going off adn firemen rush into our dorm with "Move son, go that way, move!"
Fun stuff. I wish I had lit a match in front of them, wake me up you stupid ...
Well, yeah. I'm going to go try to sleep on the top floor of the library now.
Did they check to see if your room mate was the source of the gas leak? He's known for that.