Roommie just called me to let me know that the plumber has declared our toilet unfit for use. Apparently there's something wrong with one of the seals, which means that the whole kit-and-kaboodle will need to be replaced.

In the meantime, the toilet is currently unusable, the water needs to be turned off for the toilet to be replaced, the manager can't turn off the water to the whole building without giving 24-hour notice, and the subject of what facilities we are to use has not come up yet.

Shit, she says.
So to speak, I mutter.