Walked downstairs to go grocery shopping and, for reasons I can't even recall, took a look into the storage room. Glad I did, as the boiler was dripping hot water all over the floor and had already created a small puddle. I put a Solo cup under the offending pipe and it relatively quickly started to fill so I called the heater repairman who informed me that I'd be paying $200 simply for the pleasure of interrupting his weekend. Currently waiting for him to arrive to find out how much on top of the flat fee I'll get to shell out. I love spring.