Goddammit, the first day they're gone and there's a fucking leak in the house.  I know this would fucking happen.  I'm mad at them for not fixing this properly, and I'm mad at the world for such cruel timing.

I tightened up the screw and it may have slowed the leak.  I am hoping that the drip-drip-drip is slow and low enough that I can go an entire workday and still empty the pail that is now underneath the leak, and that was before I tightened up the screw.  But shit, I can't go on like this.  I want them gone for at least eight months, and now I need to do something that only my parents can fucking do?  Fuck me ...