This entry is long and boring, I promise
I JUST finished and posted my Sterek Valentine's Day exchange, one that I had all weekend to do because I'm a TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE procrastinator. Four minutes to spare, wtf? Someday I'll get better.
Or not, I don't know my life.
Okay, for months now I've been thinking that Gracie peed in my closet. It's possible she might have done it once, I don't know. The closet had a funky smell and the floor was wet and it smelled kind of ammonia but not 100% and when I smelled what I touched on the wet carpet it didn't have the same odor so I was like- the fuck?
I borrowed my aunt's Little Green machine, which is like a tiny upholstery/carpet cleaner that we've used on the carpet here in the past few years for spots from whatever (got something out of the carpet right after the "carpet cleaners" came through before we moved in so whatever that tells you about supposed pro carpet cleaners...) and it's worked really well.
I did the carpet in the closet and it seemed to be okay and I let it dry for a day but when I went back in it was still wet and I couldn't understand why it hadn't dried at all. I sprinkled baking soda on it, thinking it would suck up the moisture. BAD FUCKING IDEA. But how was I to know? That was when I used a brush and pet carpet cleaner, actually, so I thought the soda was reacting with whatever I used, THEN I got the Little Green.
For the past few months it's been rinse and repeat with cleaning the carpet (quite literally), then setting up the fan. I blocked the closet so Gracie couldn't get in (I wanted to leave the doors open because my mother has made me paranoid about things catching on fire and also she can push the doors open since they're not tight close ones) and with the fan on things seemed to be fine. But then the carpet beside her litter box was wet and I figured she'd found a new place to piss and she was expressing anger at me for not changing her litter box enough, even though I've now implemented an every 4-5 day schedule with reminders from my pop-up calendar. I was all, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!
Today I was putting stuff away in the closet and the carpet is SOAKED again, after having the fan running in there for about 2 weeks straight before I moved it to beside her litter box and shut the closet door.
I don't know why it's taken me this long to think about what's between the closet and where her litter box is--THE FUCKING HOT WATER HEATER. We have it blocked off from her litter box area because I didn't want her in there from the time we moved in so there's a couple suitcases stacked in front of the ... "doorway", I guess we'll call it, and when I looked this afternoon I could see water pooled beside the tank.
GRACIE'S NOT PISSING EVERYWHERE YAAAAAAAAY!
There's a guy coming to look at the tank tomorrow and I'll be here since my job is more flexible than my mom's and hopefully whatever he discovers will be something I can relay to mom. I'm really not the best when it comes to anything technical with house stuff. I fixed the washer once and can light the pilot light but when it comes to calling someone to tell them what's wrong without relying on charades or imitating the noises it makes I'm a lost cause.
We have the worst luck with anything water-related here. The drains have backed up so many times and the dishwasher doesn't work (but there's only two of us so we haven't bothered the landlord with it), the spray hose upstairs leaks (but, again, haven't bothered him with it) and now the hot water tank.
I watched The Big Short today (while I was procrastinating from writing my fic) and it was SO good! It was intense and really did help dumb down the aspects of the housing crisis and the financial terms that were all involved in the bullshit of 2008. I would recommend the movie for sure. Spotlight was good and had some suspense, despite it being a very far cry from anything "suspenseful" or an action movie, and TBS was much the same, but the buildup had you on the edge of your seat and you because you know how things turn out you know what's coming and want to see the moment it all clicks and the shit hits the fan.
Or not, I don't know my life.
Okay, for months now I've been thinking that Gracie peed in my closet. It's possible she might have done it once, I don't know. The closet had a funky smell and the floor was wet and it smelled kind of ammonia but not 100% and when I smelled what I touched on the wet carpet it didn't have the same odor so I was like- the fuck?
I borrowed my aunt's Little Green machine, which is like a tiny upholstery/carpet cleaner that we've used on the carpet here in the past few years for spots from whatever (got something out of the carpet right after the "carpet cleaners" came through before we moved in so whatever that tells you about supposed pro carpet cleaners...) and it's worked really well.
I did the carpet in the closet and it seemed to be okay and I let it dry for a day but when I went back in it was still wet and I couldn't understand why it hadn't dried at all. I sprinkled baking soda on it, thinking it would suck up the moisture. BAD FUCKING IDEA. But how was I to know? That was when I used a brush and pet carpet cleaner, actually, so I thought the soda was reacting with whatever I used, THEN I got the Little Green.
For the past few months it's been rinse and repeat with cleaning the carpet (quite literally), then setting up the fan. I blocked the closet so Gracie couldn't get in (I wanted to leave the doors open because my mother has made me paranoid about things catching on fire and also she can push the doors open since they're not tight close ones) and with the fan on things seemed to be fine. But then the carpet beside her litter box was wet and I figured she'd found a new place to piss and she was expressing anger at me for not changing her litter box enough, even though I've now implemented an every 4-5 day schedule with reminders from my pop-up calendar. I was all, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!
Today I was putting stuff away in the closet and the carpet is SOAKED again, after having the fan running in there for about 2 weeks straight before I moved it to beside her litter box and shut the closet door.
I don't know why it's taken me this long to think about what's between the closet and where her litter box is--THE FUCKING HOT WATER HEATER. We have it blocked off from her litter box area because I didn't want her in there from the time we moved in so there's a couple suitcases stacked in front of the ... "doorway", I guess we'll call it, and when I looked this afternoon I could see water pooled beside the tank.
GRACIE'S NOT PISSING EVERYWHERE YAAAAAAAAY!
There's a guy coming to look at the tank tomorrow and I'll be here since my job is more flexible than my mom's and hopefully whatever he discovers will be something I can relay to mom. I'm really not the best when it comes to anything technical with house stuff. I fixed the washer once and can light the pilot light but when it comes to calling someone to tell them what's wrong without relying on charades or imitating the noises it makes I'm a lost cause.
We have the worst luck with anything water-related here. The drains have backed up so many times and the dishwasher doesn't work (but there's only two of us so we haven't bothered the landlord with it), the spray hose upstairs leaks (but, again, haven't bothered him with it) and now the hot water tank.
I watched The Big Short today (while I was procrastinating from writing my fic) and it was SO good! It was intense and really did help dumb down the aspects of the housing crisis and the financial terms that were all involved in the bullshit of 2008. I would recommend the movie for sure. Spotlight was good and had some suspense, despite it being a very far cry from anything "suspenseful" or an action movie, and TBS was much the same, but the buildup had you on the edge of your seat and you because you know how things turn out you know what's coming and want to see the moment it all clicks and the shit hits the fan.