Rough week over here at Inside the Actor’s Studio Apartment HQ. We’re a broken dish away from this becoming the blog presented by Carnival Triumph.
I noticed a little water leak at the base of my bedroom wall, and my landlord sent over Joe the Plumber’s even dopier cousins, who cut into my wall and ceiling before simply knocking on my upstairs neighbor’s door and finding out his sink had been leaking.
They’ll be back Saturday to “fix” the mess. So I guess you can consider this my suicide note.