Well aren't we in a bit of a pickle. Back in the day I've written at some (minor) length about the state of my apartment block, its many terrible backpacker denizens and the problems I have with water leaking and the like in my own place. This story however, takes the already crusty icing on the heaping dung cake of my existence here and dumps a new fresh layer of poopy nougat on top. Seriously, its starting to become some kind of disgusting layer cake.
What's happened now you ask? Well a section of my roof, not content with merely leaking water on my expensive electronics has decided to simultaneously outdo itself and give up the ghost. It has collapsed. I'm serious. As I'm sitting here by the computer, a decorative piece of roof is right next to me, having been wedged behind my AV cabinet and the wall. I am at a loss to describe the sheer annoyance of this. When I look at my nice, large screened monitor I want to ONLY see said monitor. Not a piece of masonry that would have caved an elaborate floral pattern on my skull. There are a lot of ways I want to leave this life (most of them involving jets, bears or sharks) and this is not it.
See? Its like its trying to spear my head or something. Or break through the other wall and escape to the street. Well the joke's on you buddy. The only place you're going is back up. And I will hot glue,epoxy, nail and otherwise molecularly bond you back where you belong. You hear me? GET BACK UP THERE!
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