It appears that I have angered the Gods.
I have an excuse to get behind on the laundry.
But...the basket on the right, I'm proud to
say, is all that's waiting for me.
give or take. It's in this very bathroom that I
walked in on one of the workers relieving himself...
you heard right...said he had a prostate problem.
Hey genius- if you have a prostate problem, you can't pee!
Maybe it wasn't so bad...no, no, wait...it was.
He didn't FLUSH!
Speaking of potties...
This is one of the necessary steps one must take
to get to the bathroom around here.
(no worries, we're all on the B.R.A.T diet till the nightmare is over)
plants look like little men.
What does that mean?
They'll take forever to do anything!