LEAKS!

The radiators in the new apartment were all cool to the touch, despite the nip of autumn in the air, so I called our super and asked him when the heat would be on. He came over this evening, turned the heat on, and our ceiling started to leak.

That huge woman upstairs needs to sort her life out.

I think the events are unrelated. The apartment upstairs got its water shut off, and the super assured me that the leaking would stop soon. It hasn't yet, though. I can hear it in the bedroom, tap-tap-tapping into the pot I put on my dresser to catch the water.

The water is the same color as tea, but I know without asking that the BF won't let me taste it to be sure.