The wiring in my building is a dangerously bad concoction of something from 1926. Instead of going out altogether, the light in my kitchen has dimmed and now strobes a little, like a bad flourescent bulb. The overall effect makes me feels as if I'd taken something hallucinogenic or at least mind-altering about a half hour beforehand. Oreo's tail wags in some kind of pre-twilight slow-motion dream. Believe me, I haven't taken anything. At least, I don't think I have. This light is making it difficult to concentrate...

When I turn the fan on in the office, it makes the light start flickering wildly as if I'm in some room in Doom and an alien's going to burst out of the cabinet and devour me.

About an hour ago, the smoke alarm in the stairwell went off. Management told me it must be the new installation, and they're sending an electrician over to check it out. An electrician. They also told me it's safe to go back inside.

So now, not only is the electrical wiring going to burn my building down eventually, it's preventing me from being warned about it.

I have to move.