Half-year total for Media Consumption of 2008 comes out to 35 books and 8 films, which I would say is a pretty accurate indication of my state of mind lately since it's half of last year's figure, which was already down from the first year of this project. Now, if this actually reflected, y'know, getting OUT more, or something, it would be a good thing, but as it is I do begin to worry about the continuing deterioration of my mental state.
So far as the continuing deterioration of my hallway ceiling goes, after a long day of playing phone-tag with our condo maintenance company and all of the units above us, it turned out that Upstairs-immediately-above was having some weird issue with their kitchen sink spontaneously filling with water and overflowing all over their floor/our ceiling, which in turn seems to have been caused by a blockage in Upstairs-from-them's kitchen drainage system. The services of an actual plumber were eventually obtained late in the evening and the offending pipes have been snaked, which seems to have addressed the immediate issue of OMGWTFBBQ IT'S RAINING IN MY LIVING ROOM, but we're still up in the air for how much damage has actually been done to our drywall. And since I'm allergic to conventional paint and construction materials, now I get to Live In Fear of the necessary repair-work for the next god knows how long... {sigh} Not doing a hell of a lot for aforementioned Fragile Mental State, you can imagine.
The foam, BTW, has everybody stumped. Be interesting to run that one past the contractor that Maintenance is allegedly dispatching...
So far as the continuing deterioration of my hallway ceiling goes, after a long day of playing phone-tag with our condo maintenance company and all of the units above us, it turned out that Upstairs-immediately-above was having some weird issue with their kitchen sink spontaneously filling with water and overflowing all over their floor/our ceiling, which in turn seems to have been caused by a blockage in Upstairs-from-them's kitchen drainage system. The services of an actual plumber were eventually obtained late in the evening and the offending pipes have been snaked, which seems to have addressed the immediate issue of OMGWTFBBQ IT'S RAINING IN MY LIVING ROOM, but we're still up in the air for how much damage has actually been done to our drywall. And since I'm allergic to conventional paint and construction materials, now I get to Live In Fear of the necessary repair-work for the next god knows how long... {sigh} Not doing a hell of a lot for aforementioned Fragile Mental State, you can imagine.
The foam, BTW, has everybody stumped. Be interesting to run that one past the contractor that Maintenance is allegedly dispatching...