photo by kandyjaxx
Taking an enforced break from working on a script because Mac needs to go to the toilet at least twice a day, I went downstairs past midnight, and walked through the basement carpark where a faulty flourescent light was flickering.
For a brief minute, I was spooked, because you know how in many movies, when flourescent or neon lights flickr and make that buzzing noise, something bad’s gonna happen?
Gotta tell the building maintenance people. Can’t take chances, man.