nixon

Sunday. Would you believe I'm still waiting for my landlord? He called yesterday and said he'd be there at one. Showed up at four. Took some measurements and left again. Came back at six, ripped out my sink, announced that he didn't have the right tools and left again, promising to be here this morning. Showed up around noon, made some noise with no discenable effect on the sink, and left again. Still waiting. Sink still in middle of floor. If this continues into tommorrow, you can look for his mangled corpse under the new floorboards in my utility closet.