Well, I guess better in a mess than in shit. Or something.
I came home tonight to a mess. This morning after I'd left for work, my building's owner Jim and other people had to open a wall in my apartment bathroom to get to a pipe, because of a leak in the building. The problem got nipped in the bud thanks to the emergency maintenance, so things aren't as bad as they could've been, and my faucets still work (so I can shower tomorrow), but the wall can't get patched up until Thursday. Jim's compensating me by knocking a good chunk off my next month's rent.
So. A surprise once I got home, but it could've been worse. Still, disorienting even if I weren't tired.