When we last left our intrepid heroine, she had done battle with the heinous leaky ceiling and prevailed (well, the leak stopped on it's own, but it was still a victory).
Now we join her for the next stage of her saga, namely the OMGWTF THERE'S A FOOT OF WATER ON MY BATHROOM FLOOR WTFLYINGFUCK IS GOING ONNNNN?!?!?!
Maybe I should back up. You see, yesterday I noticed after washing my face that my bathroom sink was clogged. It took about fifteen minutes for all the water to go down and I thought "Blah, need some Drain-O." Then I promptly forgot about it.
Today I was washing dishes in the kitchen, forgetting that my kitchen sink and bathroom sink are somehow connected. You see, after I do a whole sink full of dirty dishes, the water likes to 'burp up' in the bathroom sink before going down again. Usually I'm left with a ring of gross food debris that I have to rinse down the drain.
But not this time. Because, as you will recall, my sink has a clog.
So I finish the dishes and start making breakfast (scrambled eggs w/ mushrooms, yum!) Over the sizzling noise in the pan, and my music drifting over from the computer, I hear a sound.
The sound of running water.
At which point I go "OH FUCK, MY CEILING'S LEAKING AGAIN!" And run into the bedroom to see everything's nice and dry... but the sound's coming from my bathroom.
A feeling of dread overtaking me, I venture in, to see water POURING out of the sink and onto the floor. The sink's completely clogged and all the gross used dishwater is everywhere.
So I do this: O_O, swear so much a sailor would blush, then go back into the kitchen, turn off the heat under the eggs and grab a bucket under the sink. But it's too big so I grab a cereal bowl instead and start bailing out my sink and throwing the water into the tub. Then I realize the kitchen sink is still draining (b/c it's always taken a long time to drain) so I run back to the kitchen and put the stopper down, then I continue bailing out the sink in the bathroom.
Then I have to deal with the floor. Thankfully there's a subtle slant to the floor, so no water spilled out onto my bedroom carpet, but still, there was about a half inch of dirty water on the floor. So I grab two kitchen towels and start sopping up water, then squeezed them out into the bucket to see how much I got. In the end it was 4 quarts. 4 QUARTS. THAT'S A FUCKING GALLON OF WATER ON MY BATHROOM FLOOR. Imagine taking a gallon jug of milk and just dumping it on your floor. Yeah. Not fun.
*sighs* And even though I turned off the heat, I still browned my eggs. I
hate browned eggs. *eats them glumly*
I suppose I could take a bus down to Target and buy some Drain-O, especially since I don't have to go out again until Wednesday, but I don't feel like it today. Plus I've never done it before. That intersection is scary, so picking up the bus on the way back would prove difficult. More difficult than crossing the street to get to the eyeglass place, even.
And I've come up with a new tag for my apartment.
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pissed off
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nervous
surprised
mellow
busy
accomplished
cranky
