A case of the Mondays

When I came home Monday morning after crashing at a friend’s place the night before, I walked up to the entrance of my building and saw this. Not exactly what you want to see coming home.

I don’t think I ever took a nap today though I know I meant to. My place is so fantastically awesome now that my AC is working again. In fact, for the first time since I’ve lived here, I can sleep comfortably underneath a blanket during the warmer months. It’s very, very pleasant.

It just kind of sucks to come home to find a knife shoved into the call box of your building. I just want my cold air and warm sheets.
Welcome home.

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