...But you'll be able to see the moon at night..Part Deux

11:45-Man from drywall company shows up.
11:47-Tells me I'm screwed.
12:00-Leaves without fixing anything or estimating a cost.
12:01-I rethink my career. I need a job where people call me, I show up with no tools, tell them they need to get it fixed and that someone will call them. And then leave. Then pick up a paycheck.
12:30-I decide I am going to take it upon myself to create an outline of damage, much like a homicide scene from CSI with the chalk outline except no one's dead...yet.
12:31-Hoist myself into the attic
12:35-Contort my body so that I can almost lick my bellybutton. Reach around the AC carrier and poke to see if it's wet. 2'x2' chunk falls to the ground. My answer is yes, that was wet.
12:36-Spen the next 30 seconds not moving in hopes that I don't crash to the floor.
12:37-Wonder if I do craash to the floor and render myself paralyzed if our 12 pound Shi-tzu will alert a passer by a la Lassie.
12:45-Finish my atlas of damage so that when someone does come fix the shit, they don't try and screw me.