I almost couldn’t get into my apartment when I arrived home around 2am. My roommate thought I was already home and asleep, so she not only locked the normal knob and dead bolt, but the outer slide bolt. It did its job. Knocking repeatedly on the front door didn’t work. Being a freaked out girl, I called a friend as I walked around our building to try knocking on the window by the futon. Eventually, she woke up and opened the door.
Our ceiling was leaking even more when I did get in. Despite two towels and several big bowls, the floor around it was pretty wet. Carlos finally came to fix it this morning. But he couldn’t get into Jorge’s apartment above us to fix it. Luckily, Carlos came back and decided to break the lock on Jorge’s door and fix our leak problem. YAY! Sorry Jorge. I feel like pointing out that we don’t live in a Latin community. Carlos is the maintenance guy; and Jorge is actually a pale, red headed fella who lives above us and whose real name we don’t know.
I love hearing from my cousin Melissa.
And I love that I get to see my cousin Liz tomorrow.
My body is much more tired after that nap I just took. Bad idea I suppose. Guess I’ll just have to go back to sleep or something.
I’m about to finish Breach. Not bad. Anything better I should watch later?
I love Micah Tawlks.
