everything is leaking, our lives, our loves, our society -- oh, wait, no, just my goddamn roof

It is raining in my bedroom. That sounds like an Alannah Miles song, but, no, fuck. It's raining outside, my roof is leaking, and it is raining ALL OVER MY BEDROOM. I was woken up at 7:30 this morning because it was raining on my laptop. And all over the hardwood floors. The rivulets are being collected by a precarious system of towels and salad bowls.

In case anyone else's building super speaks Spanish, the essential phrase is "Mi azotea es resquebrajado!"