Eureka has now been added to my tivo to do list.

Sadly, that's probably the most exciting thing I did this evening.

Poor ita. Johanna's done well with Dell customer service on the phone (I think they've given her free stuff more than once), but she has super ninja complaining skills or something.

I just sent the following email to my landlord:

Dear Bobby, It's been a week since I called you about the flooding in my bathroom. Damien hasn't contacted me, and the problem is getting worse. I don't understand this, since it would have been much less expensive to repair the leak, than it will be to replace the wall and ceiling. It's gotten so bad that the wall and ceiling are bloating, which means they're going to rot. I suspect that it will eventually collapse, and I don't feel safe in my own bathroom. Bobby, I'm certain that you would be furious if someone's dirty bathwater was pouring into your house. My apartment is getting close to uninhabitable because of this disgusting problem. I'm frustrated that no one seems to care, especially since I am a good tenant who has only improved my unit, is quiet, and more importantly, I have paid my rent on time every month for the last five years. I've been pleading with you, and you've promised me repairs for a week. Filthy water is running down my walls as I write this. I don't understand it, really, and I'm so sad that I will have to call the city for an appointment for an inspection of my unit. In the past five years, I've had a flooded kitchen, it took three days to have a plumber come to stop the raw sewage that was filling my tub, and now this. It's the first time I've been so angry as to seek outside assistance.

I spoke to another tenant who has been battling them for years over repairs, and my next door neighbor is talking about lawsuits.

I just don't know what to do, my eyes are wellin up with rage tears.

Worst? Ruby's litterbox got completely soaked with filth water. If my cat gets sick, I'm going to fucking own this building. I'm done writing, and I will put the energy of a thousand fundraisers, fandom events, and bookwriting into hurting them financially.

Every once in a while, I think that maybe I'm wrong, that maybe this time I'll like cherries.

Now that's just sad. I have some cherries in my fridge right now and they are nummy goodness.

Oh, Allyson, that's just horrible! I'm glad you're emailing. Is there any way you could hire a plumber and take his fees out of your rent? I suspect it may cost more than a month's rent to get it fixed, though.

I'm done writing, and I will put the energy of a thousand fundraisers, fandom events, and bookwriting into hurting them financially.

They have no idea what they're in for. And that fills my heart with sadistic glee.

I'm sorry, Allyson.

That email is to the point. I can't imagine what your landlord is doing except being off on a coke binge.

I will note the perhaps obvious that you're way more likely to go medieval to protect your kitty/family/friends than you would be to protect yourself.

Dude! No filth water for Allyson. Right?

Plus I know you're super cleany girl so it's got to be seriously freaking you out.

Great letter, Alllyson. I hope it gets you results...and soon.

I hope your email gets results, and soon, Allyson.

God, Allyson. I'm filled with rage on your behalf. They should have paid for heavy metal dude to stay in a hotel so he could shower without damaging the structure, and they should have paid for you to stay in a hotel while it was fixed. And that should have happened a week ago. Please, please promise that even if they are there at 9AM tomorrow with repairmen and flowers and candy and a marching band, you'll still complain to whoever one complains to. The whole thing is absolutely unacceptable, and you should not let them get away with it. Because otherwise they'll do it again.

If my cat gets sick, I'm going to fucking own this building. I'm done writing, and I will put the energy of a thousand fundraisers, fandom events, and bookwriting into hurting them financially.

Drop the first clause. There is no circumstance where you shouldn't own their asses. Please. I tend toward inertia myself, but jesus. Especially when there are other tenants with complaints. Find every consumer group in the phone book and call them tomorrow.

I don't really know where to start, Strega, but yeah, I'll be calling around tomorrow. It smells like it's rotting. The water is getting close to the light fixtures, and it's just unsanitary.

LA Housing Dept.

LAHD Code Enforcement Division for tenants.

CA Dept of Consumer Affairs on having repairs made. The part about withholding rent seems particularly relevant.