The Ghost of Dawar Waha

This past week has been somewhat uneventful except for the mystical creature that's trying to kick us out of the apartment. At the beginning of the week, the boiler in the bathroom, quite literally, exploded as I was about to shower. The water was extremely hot, my roommate was quite worried when I yelped as the water hit me. Everyone had a good laugh about it, except me because I just wanted a warm shower. The next following days the hot water decided to work every other day, on the days that I didn't take a shower. On the bright side, I had some really shiny hair from all the cold water, but I was very happy when our guard Mahmoud finally fixed it. On Thursday night the power went out, so six of sat around a bunch of candles seance style convinced that the power would never come back because, well, this is Jordan. The next day, as Clare and I were making mac and cheese on the one burner we have that work the dial shot off the front of the stove and we're too embarrassed/afraid to call Mahmoud again because he doesn't really speak english, and every time he fixes something another thing decides to break. Fortunately, we've gone a few days without any problems and, in sha allah, the ghost has decided to take a break for awhile. The weather's getting warm, and the forecast is calling for 81 next week, which should make me feel a little better about the hell midterms that we're about to face. The Petra trip is next weekend, and spring break is coming up right after, al-hamdalilah. I very much need a break