Fridge.

Moving into this place, so far, is one of the most exciting things I have done in a long while. The space is wonderful, I feel at ease and at home and living with Preston is pretty damn fun. We have changed our lifestyles to keep a tidy, functional home and we are often envied as people walking by look in and see the apartment in all her glory. 

Still, no rose is without it's thorn. The thorn in this case is a major pain in my ass. And stomach. 

You see, over the past couple of days I have been pulling beers out of the fridge and thinking to myself: "Hmm. Basement cool. How strange" and putting them in the freezer for a proper cooling. A few days ago we realized there was a horrible smell coming out of the fridge and a dark red liquid oozing out of the cow's worth of hamburger meat we had invested in. 

Yes, the fridge is broken. Big time. 

After a really terrible clean up we began fasting. It will all end on Tuesday. It is then, and only then, that our landlady will be back in the office. Thanks a lot, people who served and protected this country.

Times are tough around here.