Here we go again.

The ceiling in my living room is leaking. Again. I am not happy.

Update: Just got off the phone with maintenance, who got the "pleasure" of speaking with unshowered, uncaffeinated Toby (Most of you know what that's like!):
"Hello."
"Hi. This is maintenance. You have a leak or something?"
"Yes."
"I think it's all the rain we had."
"Yeah, well, that and the hole in the roof."
"Yeah."

I think I came across as an ass... Maybe I shouldn't attempt humor before fully awake.

Update 2: And the lace just broke on my shoe. I think this is an omen that I should call in sick on my first full day of teaching.