My pull up bar decided to give way on someone who likes to lean on it. And it smashed the tile. So here's the before picture
Gonna be doing repair without having to replace it.
Cuz my job is garbage. I get paid garbage. I won't get to meet my hero. So I'm just gonna read Sandman comics til my head pops. I need a hug.
A sandwich caught on fire in the toaster oven. They were pretty much just yelling "Fire! Somebody do something!" Even customers were just standing there. I fire extinguished that murrfucka. Didn't even get a thank you. They don't know. I didn't do it for them. I did it to save the coffee. And assorted breakfast foods.
It's coming up fast. Location scouting. Meetings. Gonna be doing a lot of carpentry on this. Building what I'm calling "The Murder Box." And a "Groundhog Box." Then script rehearsals in Dec. Getting a blurb in a magazine probably this month. Excitement! Woo!