Saturday, December 27, 2008

I wish the smoke alarm on my building's enclosed back stairs was still going off, just so Maintenance Man Leo doesn't think I'm full of shit after I called him this morning to tell him the alarm has been going on and off since midnight. Nothing is on fire, and the only thing smoking is my hot bod (licks index finger, touches thigh, goes "tssssss").

And no, it's not the once a minute chirp it makes when the battery is low.

The alarm was going off and I can't reach it. I can poke it with a broom handle. I guess that's some accomplishment.