Backdraft

For the third time in what... six, seven weeks? there's a fire here in my building. Right now. Right this moment the fire department is here. I'm not sure exactly where it's located in the building except to say that it must be in the elevator or the basement or in the stairwell because a fireman just came through banging on doors and ringing doorbells and yelling for us not to open our doors because of the smoke.

I'm going to guess that it's some dickhead in our building doing this. And I'm going to guess that if I find out who it is, I'm going to tear his head off for it.

I cannot wait to move out of this hellhole.

Ahhh. More news. My MIL just called and said a neighbor friend of ours that lives in the entrance next to ours (the building is a huge monster that goes the length of the block but there are nine separate entrances) called her and said there's a fire in her entrance as well (explains why I saw the fire truck more towards that entrance although I can see a water hose going into our entrance) and she's without power. Good thing I just lowered B into his bed. He had been sitting upright using his computer and if the power went out here too he'd be stuck that way.

I'm getting nervous to live here any longer and even more nervous for my MIL because she's not moving to her new apartment until December 9th. Next thing you know they'll burn the building down around us.