Remember the hellacious waterworld experience at the Cohabitat South? What are the chances of something like that happening again? Of something like that starting under the kitchen sink again? In a different apartment in a different state with different plumbing?

Higher than one might think, apparently. I reached under the sink to get something about an hour ago and noticed a bunch of wetness, and sure enough. Leakage. At least I caught this one fairly early, I think, and quickly sopped everything up and stuck a bucket under there. If this one leaks through the wall, it'll soak our bedroom closet, which contains all the usual stuff plus a mount press and number of gallery prints.

I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS. I have a paper due on Tuesday, which is not only the very first Ph.D. seminar paper I've written but also one that will be graded by a professor who is a) also my advisor and b) also my department chair. No pressure there. Additionally, a former professor of mine is flying in this afternoon and will be speaking in the department tomorrow. I'm in charge of taking her around all day tomorrow, and we'll spend the day in Minneapolis on Sunday. Which is lovely, but means no writing time. It also means that I have to clean this place up so I'm not embarrassed for her to see it, and having a massive leak under the sink impedes this process. Mister Boyfriend is of no help because today is his weekly 12-hours-on-campus day.

I have notified apartment management. They've been good about this sort of thing in the past. I hope this time isn't any different.