So this is the price i pay for living in a fixer-upper; last night i got out the pots and pans because the ceiling was leaking. no bigs, but the pinging was loud enough that i had to turn up the Kid Koala, which actually mixed with the drip rhythms. anyway, i woke up in the morning and noticed the neat little cave in that was become my new ceiling. I crawl into the attic, which involves a fair bit of acrobatics and tried to find the source. Note to self, next time bring a flashlight. When that didn't solve anything, i went to have some bagels and eggs for breakfast. Well lunch technically, but i had just woken up, so call it what you want. And as i am sitting down for a nice relaxing food-meal, a mice big chunk of the ceiling falls on me. worse things have happened, but it still ruined my bagel and eggs. And now there is a big ugly hole above the coffee table.
the end.
n.
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