All Things Profane and Sacred

So yesterday the fridge started making an unholy ticking noise. I waited for J to come home (to make sure the noise was not in my head) and we agreed that the fridge was not doing so good. We agreed to wait until 8 when the landlord gets home and give him a call, but J's brother came over for a visit, and we fell asleep minutes after he left (we're a real exciting house these days-it was even poor J's birthday) and didn't wake up until 11:30. Shit. So we cross our fingers and go to sleep.

Flash to 3 am. The fridge is now making an alarming "Ronk! Ronk! Ronk!" noise. We get up and put all our food and ice into a cooler. We think maybe the problem is something easy, like some of the ice caking our freezer is protruding into the fan. So it's 3 in the morning and we're defrosting our fridge. After the last traces of ice are removed, and the water is all wiped away, we have a very clean freezer, but the fridge is still heaving and moaning. We pull out the fridge and scratch our heads while looking at the back. J pulls an onion skin out of the fan in the back. Plugs the fridge back in.

Silence.

Fucking appliances.