1. A hose leading from the hot water to the dishwasher disconnected itself. That is what caused all the spraying water and if it was getting to that point, it was easily leaking back and towards the floor. The hose has since been reconnected and SO FAR I'm almost convinced that it's done. Ask me again tonight.

2. They got someone to clean the carpets ASAP. I think they felt horrible about what happened because they brought in new guys who could get there within the hour instead of the usual guy who wouldn't be able to make it till 7pm or so. They sucked up ALL THE WATER, sprayed some pet okay disinfectant and left me with two industrial sized carpet fans. They were loud, but they did the trick.

3. *grar*

4. My cat was not amused at the fans. He hid in the closet for most of the day and night. (It would have been adorable if I hadn't felt so bad about it). He did come to me when I went to bed (which I did very early and for a very long time, thank god) but he was all low to the ground and crouching when he ran to me and he huddled close. He finally peeped back out about an hour after the guy picked up the fans and he's been to the litter box and munched on some food, so he's doing fine.

5. I am compulsively checking under the sink and my carpet for wetness that should not be there and I will not hesitate to call if something seems out of place. For I am tired of this. I really needed to clean this week.

6. My bathroom and kitchen are just GROSS right now. The bathroom is small enough that I can put a mat down and use the shower and sink, no worries, but the kitchen is another matter. The floor is just-- eugh. And I had several boxes of tinfoil, ziplock bags and various other kitchen storage implements that come in boxes and I had a lot of it because target had some really awesome sales in the past few weeks. Now I must stare at the boxes and decide what I need to trash and/or rebuy.

7. I think I'm going to pay for MerryMaids (notoriously not as cheap as finding just an individual that's local) to scrub down my bathroom and kitchen, because, ICK.

8. Oh hi, I am the queen of comment backups. I'll try today, now that I've slept like 10 hours. *waves to you all*

Not wanting your name attached to your psued might have nothing to do with being embarrassed about what you do with your psued and everything to do with how much the rest of the world sucks.

Chew on that.

(Note: Yes, I am alluding to what could be an interesting debate, heck, have it in my LJ, but play nice. I'm mostly addressing the people who seem to think it's so simple and straight foward.)

GUISER OF WATER.

Kitchen flooding.

Carpet a mess.

EVERYTHING FUCKING WET.

*PISSED*

ETA: And my water's been turned off for the night. Fuck. And probably for a chunk of tomorrow. Turns out, as I suspected, the main line behind the wall is busted. JOY.

So. I got a key to the maintenance type place that has beds and a bathroom and such. However as the one on the diurectic. I am terribly unhappy. I am contemplating just getting a hotel.

Also, it is not a good sign when the uber shy cat starts getting used to the maintenance guy.

ETA 2: Guy sounded REALLY apologetic, so that's something. I believed him too, because I think he saw me pushing for another explanation too. Also, my carpet has been pretty much soaked nonstop for 5 days. I want my ass kissed a little, because I while I wasn't as forward as I could have been, I was skeptical and being woken up at 3:30 am and then having your water turned off, well, that's just icing, isn't it?

ETA 3: I think it's very important to emphasize how I resisted saying "I told you so."

1. Court tosses FCC wardrobe malfunction fine. - Thank god. The FCC needed to be smacked around a bit on this one.

2. Verdict on the sopping wet carpet is that it's the dishwasher. Joy. I'm not to use it till they can come back tomorrow (they have 2 AC installs and I'm not gonna take that away from anyone) and they will get more into the guts of things. I'm not entirely convinced yet, but we'll see. Also they said they'd try to get the carpet cleaner in todayish to soak up all that water because EEEW. Literaly. It puddles. And I have not vaccumed certain bits of my carpet in too long. This week was SUPPOSED to be clean up week. But I don't even want to use my washer/dryer till I'm sure it's not the water pipes feeding in, unfortunately I still have to use the bathroom. But I can hold off on the shower and other heavy water usages for a day.

3. *blames this number for the leak*

4. I am rewatching friends. No. I don't know why.

5. I think my body is getting used to the meds. *cheers!*

6. I had been planning on calling maintenance in August to deal with a number of issues that had been cropping up. You know, after my meds had been balanced and my deadlines had passed. My apartment, however, has other ideas. Next time could you not break on a weekend apartment? So I don't have to decide how much of an emergency something is? Thanks.

I do not like mysteriously appearing damp (downright wet) spots on my carpet wherein the walls and ceilings nearby are suspiciously dry and I did not spill things (this I know because the carpet has remained wet for 2 days).

I think I have a second spot on the other side of the apartment.

We are not amused.

Calling maintenance Monday.

Oof.

Two, count 'em, TWO medications whose side affects (which should mellow with time) are nausea, loss of appetite, sleepiness, yawning and tiredness (yes, these are all different).

*stumbles around*

I think I may give in around 8:30 and go to bed.

On the bright side I might lose weight in the most unhealthy way imaginable! *\o/*

Up side, can sleep 12 hours without sleeping the day away.

Down side, won't be able to read my flist till I watch SGA (and/or Psych).

Could we just cut everything? Could we? *tired* (Yes the preview information counts as spoilers.)

Must. Not. Tell. Libertarian. On. Shul. Listserv. To. Shut. Up.

Bloody hell. I think he's officially a troll.

Meet Sean Tevis.

This is his platform. Xkcd style.

I'm giving $8.34 just for sheer moxie alone. He's not even IN MY STATE.

This one has been circle the drain (so to speak) for several days, but boy has it really hit a new high.

Summation: William Sanders, editor of helix magazine is an assinine, racist asshole.

See links here, here, here and here.

ETA: And here and here.

I swear to god, didn't we deal with this in the 50s?

United States Department of Health and Human Services proposes classifying contraception as abortion.



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I know.

See cereta's post here

and naamah-darling's post here


for some good old fashioned righteous ranting.

As a completely non sexually active person who is regular in various girl parts ways and has chosen not to take birth control before she has to because who needs the extra hormones if you're not gonna use 'em? I take extreme offense at this and I worry about every single MARRIED COUPLE WHO SIMPLY CANNOT AFFORD ANOTHER CHILD (among thousands of other permutations of people who might for some POSSIBLE REASONS want to take birth control.)

I may say more later, after tea. Lots of tea.

For now I leave you with: What the fuck?