Fixin’

Sep 6, 2007

The workmen have come to my apartment for the past four Saturdays. In that time they repaired the leak in my ceiling and replaced the soggy rotten tiles with bright white ones. They replaced the buckled section of the kitchen floor. The repainted my bathroom, and re-spackled (or re-glued or something) the creases in between the tiles along its walls. The replaced my shaky doorknob. They determined that my refrigerator had a leak and told my landlord to get me a new one. The place looks great!

A tiny wrinkle: I have no idea if they’re showing up this Saturday. I’d really like to sleep in, but when they show up they show up at 8:30am on the dot. The price of having capable people fix your place.

I had a lovely birthday. Brian and Erin came down from Connecticut and joined Kevin, Cat, me and a bunch of others at the venerable Pete’s Candy Store where I sat and held court from 9:30pm until about 4am. I even knew two of the bartenders (because they do improv, not because of the bar — I rarely go to that place actually) so I felt like a mob lieutenant being waved at and smiled at by the staff. And this was all preceded by Matt and I presenting a decent performance of our sketch show. So there.

Finished Season One of the Wire. And Mr. Majestyk by Elmore Leonard. That’s pretty cool.

Good night.

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