sundries

- I think I must have dreamed last night. I mean, I suppose I always do, but I almost never remember them, so I don't tend to think about it. But I'm in a deeply -longing- place today, but it doesn't feel like my usual flavour of being, and it feels like it's about something just out of mental grasp, so I assume it's a residual something from a dream I can't remember. Strange feeling.

- Offensive casting notice of the day:

Character: Bitch
You will be playing a 13 year old who has something very special about her beyond the fact that she is a genius, has completed a PhD in Geology, and is highly sensual.

- The unit of measurement for the pacing of fiction is West Wings. No really. It's like "is this story a West Wing or a half a West Wing or three West Wings?" It works.

- A new low: I am obsessed with a Placebo song.

blargh

I'm hoping at least some of my fellow creatives will understand what I mean when I just make an irritated noise at today.

I'm pretty used to the idea of sometimes walking around with grief that isn't mine because of writing or acting work I'm doing. And I feel EXACTLY the same way today, except it's because of a dream I can't fucking remember, which I suppose might sound mystical and romantic, but it's more akin to when you really need to sneeze and can't.

Blech!

is my ceiling going to fall down?

So, I get a call from my unexpected house guest that my bathroom ceiling is leaking.

I run home.

It's done leaking by the time I get there.

There's been maybe a pot-full of water involved in total.

I turn on the light in the bathroom. Everything's red. What.

Oh. The glass lamp shade has filled up with nasty water.

Now, can I go up there and unscrew the lampshade without electrocuting myself? If I just leave it be will the water evaporate (because I don't relish climbing on a stool and probably dumping nasty water on my head).

Finally, am I correct to assume that whatever happened was probably the result of the kids upstairs (*shakes fist at Scooby-Do van*) flooding their bathroom because they are idiots, or do I have to worry that there's a cracked pipe in the ceiling and this will happen everytime they turn on the shower? There's no bubbling paint or anything and the whole thing looks to me like they flooded their bathroom and the water went into their floor and then came in to my apartment through the shoddily sealed light fixture.

While I realize everyone's first recommendation is going to be "call the super" that's problematic and best avoided unless this becomes are recurring issue. So what's your second piece of advice?

And please, for the love of God, tell me it will be okay.

Also, I should note that it apparently happened twice about 10 minutes apart, which to me reads like flood and flood cleanup. But that may be wishful thinking.

you guys are superheroes

The filthy water is out of my ceiling. And after making that happen, I had to get in the shower WITH MY CLOTHES ON.

You can't fucking imagine the internal monologue.