I was doing the dishes when my roommate came in and asked about the puddle in the living room. I thought it was one of the dogs being naughty, but then I saw water dripping from the ceiling. I stuck a bucket underneath to catch the drips. The paint was sagging badly, so I grabbed a utility knife and cut a small hole. Nasty brown water started gushing out into the bucket. And it kept gushing. And kept gushing. It managed to fill about 1/3 of the bucket before it finally slowed.
That was about half an hour ago and its still dripping. I think the roof has been leaking for quite some time, so I bet the attic is a horrible mess.
Fortunately, I'm not going to have to pay for it and fortunately it's in the living room, which has a wooden floor, and not a carpeted bedroom. Unfortunately, access to the attic is through my closet, so I'm going to have to move all my clothes and stuff so the repair guys can get up there. I have no idea where I'm going to put my things in the mean time.