there's a hole in my ceiling....

dear liza, dear liza.

it's 2:30 in the morning and i'm still awake. it all started when my downstairs neighbour knocked at my door at 11 pm. he asked if my suite was leaking - maybe i left the tap running, maybe the tub was overflowing. i said no, not that i knew of. he thanked me and went away.

i went into my bathroom and there were droplets of water on the toilet seat. odd. i listened and could hear water flowing but i couldn't determine from where. odder. i looked up at the ceiling and saw two large, dark spots on the ceiling. oddest. i took my step ladder and touched the ceiling. wet. i bumped the cover of the bathroom fan and water spilled out. oh, sheeeeeit.

i called my property manager and since about 11:30, i've had no less than six different men in and out of my apartment. and not in a good way.

it's 2:30 (as i've said but i'm very tired now) and the plumber is still in the bathroom with buckets to catch the spraying water (they punched a hole in the ceiling to confirm that it's not a plumbing problem but in fact, a sprinkler problem. the sprinkler guy was the first one to get here and he said it was a plumbing problem. of course.). i'm waiting for the sprinkler guy, who phoned about 45 minutes ago and is still not here which leads me to believe i'm going to be awake for a long time.

to top it all off, the main plumber guy (a nice looking guy named Nick - of course) said to me, "oh, this building is not good. always problems." oy, now you tell me!

WTF. i just want to go to sleep. i've already finished my book and now i just want to sleep. i started reading dan brown's "deception point" last night and i finished it before the plumber got here. it was good. not "da vinci code" good or even "angels & demons" good but it was probably 3rd on the good dan brown books list.

all i can think about now is i really hope this falls under the strata's insurance. i know it does but you know me - worst case scenario, always.