PSA

The new management of my apartment building has officially turned it into a shithole. The asbestos warning labels have been torn down, the security cameras have been turned off, and the printer for the communal 1993 PC (available with mind-crushingly slow internet connection from 10 Am - 7 PM, if you're willing to wait a minimum of 20 minutes for the other Hollywood loser in front of you) no longer functions and is now praised as a great dadaist sculpture in the recent issue of the apartment complex's monthly newsletter.