Captain's Log: No fridge

I love mildly rainy afternoons. The air is crisp, the light is easy on the eyes and there isn't much foot traffic outside (which means I can keep the curtains open without feeling like a Zoo attraction). Preston had the right idea and fell asleep on the futon. I have dibs on it when he wakes up.

I have been watching the first season of Star Trek remasters in glorious HD (with a few added CGI effects that really ruin it, but hey, it's better than nothing), drinking tea and taking in this perfect day. 

In other news, our fridge broke (again) and Preston and I lost a lot of food. We have been living off of frozen goods since the freezer works fine. It's been a bit of a bummer but today we got a call from the Landlord who said tomorrow we are getting a brand spanking new, beautiful fridge. I can't wait. The only problem is that we didn't notice the thing had turned off for what seems to be at least a day or two. That means all of our food has been sitting in there slowly rotting away. It smells like pure, undiluted shit that was wrapped in an onion, fermented in urine and then buried deep below the earth for hundreds of years. We have to clean it out before the new fridge comes (we don't want to be assholes and send this one off filled with rotting corpses for some poor schmuck to put in the back of his truck) so I'm building up the courage to take care of business later tonight.

Not something I'm looking forward to.

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.