I decided I should use this as an excuse to tidy up my bathroom a bit. In the process I managed to knock over an oil candle thingy my ex Luis had given me. I was bummed. It was really fragile but had somehow managed to survive a move and even being knocked to the floor in a small earthquake. Not this time. In one shattering moment, it left little shards of glass all over my floor. Hopefully I've caught them all. And fortunately I still have two other oil candle thingies he'd given me.
It wasn't long after, however, I knocked over a glass of iced tea I'd been drinking, onto the carpet. Gravity was clearly not on my side tonight.
But then... I noticed one of my rugs that I'd just washed and dried was wet again. The toilet tank was leaking. Grrr... Hopefully the landlord can send someone out tomorrow to fix this. If not, I'll be making a trip to Home Depot myself to have to try to patch this up. I refuse to go a weekend without my bathroom.
And Scott will be here tomorrow... yay!