silentcorner

Found out the pipe that fills my toilet is leaking, after my neighbor on the second floor (I’m on the third) came up complaining about the paint bubble on his wall. So called the landlord and he said he would be over yesterday morning to fix it. Hasn’t been here yet. Seems to be par for the course. If he makes it here by Christmas I’ll be shocked. At least it’s leaking past the shutoff valve so I can turn it on only when I need to refill the tank and collect the water in the cooking pan I put underneath it, which has now conveniently turned into a new waterdish for the cats.

And why am I posting this at 1 in morning? Because as seems to be my life, soon as my head hits the pillow, my work pager starts going off. I think that thing knows exactly when the most inconvenient time to disturb me is, almost without fail.