now that i’m away from the mold carpeted apartment, i think i’m getting sick. i’ve got soda pop in all my sinus cavaties, or at least that’s what it feels like. of course, until i move (which i have decided should be April 1) any and all ailments (including degenerative bone disease and the itchy, itchy strain of armpit cancer infecting my left pit) will be blamed on the mold in the carpet.
MOLD IN MY CARPET.
isn’t that just about the grossest thing on the face of the earth? they have promised to shampoo the carpet, but come on. . . it’s not like you can just shampoo that stuff out. i wonder if you can sue for having to live in totally grosser than gross accomodations.