I am galloping from one crisis to another this morning. When I went in to brush my teeth, I found plaster chips all over the floor and toilet, and when I looked up, the bathroom ceiling above the toilet was dark and wet from a leak. That meant finding the super, who takes care of four buildings on the block for my cheapass landlord, and getting him to look at the problem. Of course, the tenant above me isn't home so we have no idea if the leak is in his bathroom, which is most likely. I do not want the ceiling to fall in today. Although it's certainly a metaphor for my life at the moment.