They say when you die you're met by a blinding white light that draws you in and envelopes you.
Now you can experience the same thing in our kitchen!
After three months the management company finally sent an electrician out to fix our lights. Damn it's bright. Or maybe my eyes have just adapted to the darkness. Like mole people.
The first thing I saw when the lights came back on was a roach.
Shocking, I know.
