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I've concluded that the water coming out of the walls last night was, in fact, hot tap water like the handyman said, and not toilet water like I feared. I've concluded this because the water was lukewarm-- yes, like urine, but urine mixed with toilet water is cold. So if it had been toilet water, it would have reached our apartment cold.

So at least the walls weren't peeing.

Anyway, not only did it leak out of the hall-wall, but it came seeping out from the wall directly perpindicular to it, the one behind the piano. If I discover that the water damaged the piano, I am going to sue them. It's an old, cheap, crappy piano in bad need of tuning worth not more than $300, but I am going to sue for emotional distress. Its sentimental value is high. I learned how to play the piano on that thing. Perhaps more significantly, I learned to hate playing the piano on that thing. When I was seven I carved into it with a ballpoint pen, "Fred's piano only". (Fred being my father, who, when I learned to play, told me it was now both his and mine.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:41 PM | shower me with attention