Misadventures in home maintainance
So, after running around like a headless chicken, trying to find a maintainance man on a Sunday night, we (Jesse and I) found Wolfie, the head-tech guy and all around nifty fella.
After a few minutes with some WD-40, we were able to gain entrance to our apartment, banishing our fears of having to sleep in the lounge with the late-night TV-watching weirdos.
Ah, sleep.
After a few minutes with some WD-40, we were able to gain entrance to our apartment, banishing our fears of having to sleep in the lounge with the late-night TV-watching weirdos.
Ah, sleep.