Feb 112008
The universe seems to be having some fun with me as of late. Last week, I got locked out of my office. This morning, my office flooded after the sprinkler system malfunctioned (I wasn’t there at the time). I’m a little nervous to venture back in there. What happens when my office decides to quit screwing around and really lays down the smack on me?
I believe Stephen King described it in a short story called “1408”.