The drains in our increasingly decrepit apartment have backed up. Apparently the unusually loud "rain" I heard last night was a torrent of water coming down through our bathroom ceiling.
Peg and I are gonna take all this wastewater and make wastewaterade. :p We decided, fuck it, we're staying at the hotel down the street until this gets repaired, and we're staying in the motherfucking jacuzzi suite.
This is not responsible nor a good idea, and I'm secretly very glad Peggy opted for it. =^__^;=