I woke up from my nap thrilling like a child on Christmas morning. Was he here? Was Santa here? He didn't forget us, did he? Did he? Only one way to find out, and that's go downstairs, and, and, and, and...
I tried the kitchen sink. After a moment's hesitation and the slightest gurgle -- was I dreaming? -- this substance called water came out of the faucet. AMAZING!
I went into the bathroom and repeated the process with the bathroom sink. INCREDIBLE!
The shower, too, sprang to life after a few pipe-shaking moments. UNBELIEVABLE!
I flushed the toilet. It backed up.
Guess I'm not dreaming afer all!
EDIT: Looks like the toilet overflowing also hit the downstairs neighbor's. They're currently mopping up their office. Oh my god. I am so embarassed. I have not been this mortified in a very long time. This is a terrible way to meet neighbors.