This might be the end of OIe Adaham

So I'm sitting here in my dorm room. It's a little before 1:30 a.m., and I might not have much time left. All I know is that there's apparently a man trapped in the air conditioner in my room, and every few minutes he's yelling for help. Either that or the AC just likes going. "Yaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh." Also, there are two German people in my room, speaking German to each other and giggling. Occasionally they break up the German talk with English, like right now. The conversation has turned to religion, and should they ask me mine, welp, looks like the site will be down to two bloggers. It's been fun, and should I make it out of this night, I'll let you know how it went, and where I dumped the bodies. I love you.