I am feeling particularly oppressed by my house this weekend. I’m even tired of hearing myself whine about it. See, during some windstorm or other, the flat roof of the enclosed porch came loose and returned to its natural state as a rolled up sheet of rubber. This left all rain easy access to my laundry room. So I called a roofer who was very nice and came and fixed it temporarily for free with a cheap estimate for permanent fixing once it warms up, since rubber has to be bendy. But my point is that I was sick, so this shit was dire.
Also, D’oh says I have to rewire, an while we’re at it let’s rewire from the basement too. And since I’m going to be out of town for the next month in a row, I won’t be able to work on the bathroom until sometime in May. So my birthday camp out is off. And its dirty and hard and smelly and expensive and I miss my nice, clean, working apartment that was bikeable to work and shopping.
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