On Saturday, as I was lying on the couch watching TV and trying to recover from New Year's Eve, I noticed a giant crack stretching across the length of my living room wall. By Sunday, the crack had grown wider. Yesterday morning I filed a report in the building's maintenance log. This morning the super rings the doorbell and says with a chuckle, "So let's see this crack." When I point it out, his smile disappears and he says, "Oh shit! Um, you better leave your keys with me today, and I'll see what I can do." I'm guessing that by tomorrow the crack will be repaired, or the wall between my apartment and the one next door will have collapsed. I'll be sure to keep you updated on this breaking (no pun intended) story.