Since when is a drain a toilet?

Last night before I went to bed, I noticed that the toilet was really running pretty loudly. This has been a progressive issue for a few weeks now but was shunted to the side last week when a pipe burst in between the kitchen and the bathroom and the wall had to be sort of torn down.

Anyhoo, so I woke up this morning and knew something was amiss. Then I heard it: even with my space heater on, I could hear water running in the bathroom.

I groggily rolled out of bed and shuffled across the hall and stepped into very chilly water. The bathroom was flooded, as the toilet seemed to be leaking from all of it's joints.

Stupidly, I started to lift up the lid on the back and got hit in the face with a JET of water shooting out from the top. I managed to get the lid back down and fumbled with the water shut off valve, which mercifully quelled the water. I gave the toilet the flush, which turned out to be the last flush for awhile, because I needed to get the water level down in the tank.

As I don't know the "technical" terms for plumbing, I'll just try to explain it as best I can. The bobber thing (which I had already tried to fix awhile ago) had popped off of the tall bit and I couldn't get it to stay back on. Then, I noticed that the joint thinger at the bottom of the toilet was leaking like crazy too and I said "Yo. Out of my control." Which you KNOW is impressive if I wash my hands of it... if I could have fixed it, I would have tried... as I am indeed MacGyver and would have fashioned something out of kitten whiskers, a sharpie and a curtain rod if I could have.

But, as it proved too much for this girl, I mopped up as much as I could, all while cursing the freezing water and the fact that for the 4th time this week I was going to be later for work. I went and woke up Eric and I was like, you have to deal with this! Get up NOW. CALL THE MAITENANCE GUY. GOOD MORNING.

So you know what basically went down at work thanks to the midday post, but I had messaged Eric and was like sooooo, should I go to the bathroom at work? And apparently there was some sort of propane leak at another apartment (yeah right) so we are sans toilet until tomorrow.

We almost had a crisis though... I almost had some tea and if there is one thing that will make you have to go, that is it.

The boys, they were some straight up troopers though. Tom wandered over to the gas station to make and Eric called the maiteneance guy again and said, "Look, you guys have got to get over here... they are sick of having me go to the gas station to poop. I like to be by my home base you know?" Laying it out on the line, eh? I said, nothing like channeling your inner Kramer.

I personally am doing okay, we'll see how tomorrow morning goes with the lack of toilet, but if all else fails, I'll just stop at McD's for some brekkie and a little pee parlor.

Tom did tell me that he couldnt take it and went in the shower and I said, well, it's all pipes what's the difference (channeling my inner Costanza), it all goes to the sewer anyways, you gotta do what you gotta do.

What a fucking shitbox I live in. Fortunately, I love the boys and I love the fact that I finally am upgrading to the bigger room, but seriously, if it's not one thing it's another.

Madre de dios!

Cheers, may my bladder hold out until 8 am.