....there's water!?

As it turns out, my shisha fueled movie binge escapade extravaganza didn't quite pan out the way I hoped it would. Firstly, I had trouble just putting the thing together. After filling the bottom chamber with the right amount of water, I proceeded to engage in a titanic battle to fit the chamber to the rest of the assembly. That took a while. Next up was getting hot coals. A small bag of charcoal was graciously included in the kit but as it turns out, there's a reason as to why it was free. 30 minutes later I had crudely prepared the hot coals by burning a few pieces over the stove. Hey, when you're in an apartment you do what you can. Nevermind the acrylic carpets and the inherent fire hazard.

By now, the whole endeavor was already taking longer than I had hoped. Finally, everything was assembled and ready for smoking indulgence....except the fact that there was no smoke. Which meant that in my noobish enthusiasm, I probably did something wrong. I was about to fret over my not-quite flawless assembling skills when by chance I caught a glimpse of something shiny against the opposite wall. Now it had been raining heavily over the course of the evening and I expected some portions of the floor to be damp (as I had previously opened the windows in order to let the nonexistant smoke escape). What I didn't expect was to see parts of my wall trickle water down from the CEILING. Needless to say, I looked up. Horror of horrors, there it was. A small section of the ceiling paint was laden with water. You know the look. Bloated. Kind of like a boil. Water dripping. Dark Water horror kind of stuff.

I thought to myself, great. Absolutely 15 shades of dog turd awesome. Not only do I not get to die a horrible death in a tragic fire by burning coals over my stove, I might have to live with the threat of impending mould. Screw the water, that's bush league evil as far as home living is concerned. Mould is like the Antichrist. Like a bad rash in your nethers that just won't go away. Now I exaggerate. A little water isn't too big a deal that's true, but with autumn on the horizon and a lot more rainfall to be expected Sydney side, it'll be an uphill battle to ensure that things won't go nasty. I have to get this problem under control soon, or come winter the living area is going to look like a B-Grade slasher movie set piece.

So, considering the lateness of the hour at that point, I did what any man would do. I took a few towels, soaked up the water and put on the DVD i've been meaning to watch through the smoke.
SUPERBAD.

At least there's a silver lining in all this. The apartment building Defects Manager is bound by law to fix any problems I point out with the place as long as I do it within 3 months of moving in. Time to make him earn his pay.