For the past two weeks, chunks of the ceiling in my bedroom have been falling down onto the ground. And if there's one place a ceiling doesn't belong, it's the ground.
As a result I have been sleeping in the living room, which suits me fine cuz I'm leaving this hell-hole of an apartment (kidding) at the end of April anyway. Also I'm a pretty laid-back guy. I guess. At the very least I'm laid-back when it comes to ceilings falling down, apparently.
Why do I bring this up though? Why is this worth noting? Because (FUN FACT ALERT!) this makes me the second Geoff (phonetically) in Elephant Larry whose ceiling has collapsed all up on-him in as many Olympic years.
Best of luck in 2008, Jeoph.
1 comments:
Better than your pants.
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