Hey, a—–ah, to Hell with it –
Don’t worry, bubbehs; it’s not you, My apartment has a leak that we can’t find the source of. but the Super believes might be a busted pipe. The shop vac they used to suck up the water hadn’t been cleaned, so now everything smells like burning diapers; and when I went to clear the air by opening a window, a bunch of diesel trucks seemed to pick that moment to simultaneously release their exhaust. I’ve been up basically all night with the whole thing, and, if one more thing rears its’ head, a crashout won’t be far behind. I can’t even take a nap, because I don’t know when (not if) I’ll need to let maintenance back in. Basically, for all intents and purposes, I’m already done for this week.
Still though; I suppose it could be worse; at least I’m here to complain about it Go nuts.
As ever, have a safe and productive rest of the day, safe trip home, if out, and a great weekend. And may none of you ever have to experience living near a major Boston construction project.