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Jan. 5th, 2002 09:02 pmLast night was full of fitful sleep and vivid dreams. This morning was full of water.
Let me explain.
I arose at around 10:00 this morning. I walked into the bathroom and noticed that the floor was all wet. My first thought was that the toilet had overflowed or that the sink had sprung a leak. I flipped on the lightswitch, and the light was brownish-red. This struck me as odd, being accustomed to yellow-white light from this fixture. I reached up to begin unscrewing the glass half-globe that covers the lightbulbs, and was rewarded with a stream of brown water on the forehead. I went and fetched the building manager, who explained to me what had happened:
Yesterday, there had been some work done on the pipes in one unit. The plumbers apparently had misinstalled a rubber ring somewhere. When the tenant who had requested the work done went to fill his bath this morning, the water went all over his apartment, the one next to him, and the one under him.
The one under him is me.
We got the glass light cover off and it was full of liquid (at least now I know lightbulbs will still work when fully immersed in water). When I went out to the kitchen to get a pot to catch the drips still coming from my ceiling, I noticed a huge bulge in the paint on the kitchen wall. It was about two feet long, and was the shape the state of Kentucky if you turned it upside down. We took a knife and pierced it and drained the water out of it.
That done, I decided that I still had enough time to take a shower before I had to leave to go record some songs.
Too bad there wasn't any fucking hot water.
More about the recording session later.
Let me explain.
I arose at around 10:00 this morning. I walked into the bathroom and noticed that the floor was all wet. My first thought was that the toilet had overflowed or that the sink had sprung a leak. I flipped on the lightswitch, and the light was brownish-red. This struck me as odd, being accustomed to yellow-white light from this fixture. I reached up to begin unscrewing the glass half-globe that covers the lightbulbs, and was rewarded with a stream of brown water on the forehead. I went and fetched the building manager, who explained to me what had happened:
Yesterday, there had been some work done on the pipes in one unit. The plumbers apparently had misinstalled a rubber ring somewhere. When the tenant who had requested the work done went to fill his bath this morning, the water went all over his apartment, the one next to him, and the one under him.
The one under him is me.
We got the glass light cover off and it was full of liquid (at least now I know lightbulbs will still work when fully immersed in water). When I went out to the kitchen to get a pot to catch the drips still coming from my ceiling, I noticed a huge bulge in the paint on the kitchen wall. It was about two feet long, and was the shape the state of Kentucky if you turned it upside down. We took a knife and pierced it and drained the water out of it.
That done, I decided that I still had enough time to take a shower before I had to leave to go record some songs.
Too bad there wasn't any fucking hot water.
More about the recording session later.
