At 3:30am I was woken up to water drops on my face. I thought I was dreaming until my head was wet. I turned on the lights and heard drops of water throughout the two story apartment. Drip, drop. Drip, drop. I freaked out because I was barely awake and still high on meds.
Bubbles were forming on the ceiling and just waiting to explode. Water was flowing through light sockets and smoke detectors. I called the super and landlord and no one was answering. I turned off the power in the apartment and ran upstairs to see why the upstairs people clearly dead or not home. No one answered. As I ran back down the stairs I realized HOLY SHIT FUCK, I am locked out. UGHHHHH. So the fire department came (apparently calling 311 just pisses firemen off, FYI) and despite me telling them that the super was on his way with a key, they broke into the lock to make sure everything was okay in the apartment. They were concerned since it was flowing through electrical outlets.
I used every single towel in the place and every single pan. I was running around like a mad woman just to get pans under waterfalls. It was all so surreal.
3 hours later, I felt like it was under control enough to sleep a lil bit. The house I'm watching is now a mess and I'm trying my best to clean it and do loads and loads of towel laundry.
**** The upstairs neighbors apparently had a leak behind their toilet for 2 days and didn't call, nor did they turn off the water!!! Seriously? Are they that dumb? I should make them come and clean the place.
I met Ben for coffee and a sandwich and he sure brightened the morning after a miserable night. My favorite quote of the week, "That is some acceptable slaw." And he is an acceptable guy! I love hanging out with new vegan buddies. Especially really awesome ones.
I now feel more balanced after being rudely awoken to what I thought was the end of the world. We're still going to live...... for a bit longer.
