What aftermath?
So I come back home from a great lunch with Taj(I always have a good time with him) and it appears as if no maintenance man has come. But the sink is empty and all looks okay I guess, except for the crap sitting in the bottom of the sink. So I finally get around to cleaning and it turns out, after running the sink for a minute that shit is still clogged. Count it....24+ with no kitchen sink now with no end in sight. I am going to call the maintenance number again in a little bit, but I know it won't do any good. Did I mention the carpet is completely soaked, with water bubbling up over my toes (and I have somewhat large toes) when I step in it, and I moved Kyle's desk because it was just sitting in it. Oh yeah, another cherry; the dishwasher has water sitting in the bottom of it. So now I have no kitchen what so ever, plus my inner little dude is telling me not to fuck with the bathrooms too much because with this place you never know what lines are connected and all I need is to have all 3 sinks clogged and full of water. So while the main shock is over I still can't start to fucking clean up. On a positive note (the one and only positive note) Dauber is coming over later to chill. He rented some DVD's at his place so hopefully he'll think and bring them, but I imagine no. I kinda want him here so he can be a third judge of the noise since all you have are mine and Katherine's views on the topic. Okay, there is one kinda positive note. Talked to Brandon at Breckinridge court, and while they don't have any third story(i'm not letting this happen again) units like I wanted, they do have the bigger ones available for rent and he would cut me the same rate on those...just because I'm such a nice guy;-) Plus he will still give us the free months rent. Of course the place is a lot more expensive, to the tune of roughly 200 a month more, but I actually am leaning towards it. Earlier today I wasn't feeling it, but with the sink still FUBAR it definitely pushes me towards that route. I do need to find out about vacating notices here and how long I have to give. Hell...maybe I'll just move everything and not tell Kyle until he comes for the first weekend and I'll just tell him he has a new place. That would go over great I bet, but his wrath would be peanuts compared to how I feel now. I think I'll go throw some darts.