… that’s what my apartment’s pipes were today. arid. as in, containing and trafficking no water. but it happened all of a sudden – it was the weirdest thing.

Krista Vannoy, a fellow-music-major-chum from TU days, came to visit and crashed at my place last night. good times – good discussion (I came in with a crisis and the three of us – me, Krista, and Bethany – talked through it), good movie (Runaway Jury – I *love* Cusack movies), and plenty of water to drink and to do dishes with (both for pots hand *and* the rest in the dishwasher).

this morning, there was enough water for Beth’s shower and teeth, for Krista’s teeth and face, for a couple of toilet flushes, and for me to get my hair all soaped up with shampoo in the shower. then… argh! the water pressure starts waning… I noticed and start rinsing, figuring it was because of the storms last night. then the stream starts really looking really pathetic and starts pouring straight into the shower-caddy-thing. I ripped that off and finished rinsing my hair as the usually-very-nice water pressure tapered off to mere drips and dried up completely.

I had to brush my teeth using a cup of refrigerated (why do we spell “refrigerated” and “refrigerator” the same but not “fridge”? from whence comes the “d” by the “g”?) and filtered water because I didn’t have enough time in the shower to brush my teeth (which I normally do while the conditioner sets in).

called the apt. office, which now doesn’t open until 9, and left a message. their hours used to be 8-7, and now it’s 9-6. while I don’t begrudge them their now-normal hours off, I *do* hope they’ve fixed my water by the time I get home. what if I have to go to the bathroom?!