Two nights ago I threw my mattress from the loft to the floor because I've been sick and too fatigued to keep climbing the stairs. I slept with my head toward the window, the mattress a few inches from the wall, and trusted the 4 inch sill to catch the usually massive amount of dripping condensation from the window in the morning.
Today I awoke to raindrops falling on my head. But it was a bright, sunny, clear blue sky morning. The snow melting from the roof two floors above was bypassing the sealed window to drip on my head about a foot away from the window. What. the. fuck.
Supposedly I'm moving out of here by the end of the month. Dear God, I hope so.