The Last Candle

Ladies, Gentlemen, and Vagabonds of the Internet: I have an announcement to make. <p/> In the year's duration I've lived in my apartment, the window in my bedroom leaked like a sieve when rainstorms worth any notice passed through. Now, however, a new age has begun. After recent repairs to the window, which, concidentally, took place on my birthday, today's frequent torrents of greyness has confirmed what I once thought was a mirage: <p/> My bedroom window no longer leaks. <p/> No longer do I have to banish myself to the living room when the storm comes, eluding the terrible and continous pit pat pit of drops sneaking into my abode to splatter on the sill. Fat, heavy clouds on the horizon are no longer foreboding offenders, and the cold vist of rain is no longer a destested intruder. They are once again nature's therapy. <p/> I'd like to thank Westwood Apartments and their maintenance staff for their careful and coordinated planning over the past year and the smooth execution of the repairs. There is no doubt that the past three-hundred and sixty-five days were spent poring laboriously over schematics, material comparisons, labor incentives and the lot to make the process and result the absolute best for me, the humble lessee. <p/> I'd also like to take this moment to announce that I have succumbed to the popular Internet and begun a MySpace profile.