My Life in the Suburbs

Apparently minor car accidents, neighborhood murders and teaching theatre to teenagers isn't enough drama for me.
It just ain't an exciting night without a small kitchen fire.
All is well, though we did find out our smoke alarm will probably only alert us once the entire condo complex has gone up in flames.
My gratitude to Justin from upstairs for fire extinguishment. Probably the fact I didn't burn down his condo was thanks enough.