My attic

Yesterday I discovered something amazing...

In the movie Amelie, she spends most of the movie trying to figure out who this guy is, who takes photobooth pictures of himself, tears them up and throws them in the trash. She makes up stories for herself to explain the reasons someone would do that...until she discovers first hand why he takes pictures of himself and tears them up. Could she have survived without this information? Probably, but it is so much more exciting now that she has it!

In my apartment building, there is attic access which comes down to the main breeze way, and HAS a lock, but isn't locked. I have a boarded up hole in my closet which presumably leads to attic space as well, but I haven't busted it out because I don't want bugs coming in, or...you know...whoever lives up there...

Anyway, yesterday I saw the attic door pulled down because someone was working up there. HENCE my exciting secret surprise of yesterday! It isn't an attic!

So, today called for exploration. I was so dedicated to the cause that this happened before 7am. As a general rule the only thing I do before 7am is...sleep, but today was a worthy exception.

You do not, however, get the pictures of what was IN this non-attic space on the roof. Because air conditioners make for lame pictures (in my mind), and that is basically all that was there. Not much space for anything of interest. I'm still excited no zombies live there though...and that no one closed the door behind me :)