So yesterday, I took a shower during the day, (another sign of spring, I love bathing during the day!), and when I got out, there seemed to be rather a lot of water all over the floor.

"Hmm," I thought, "that's an awful lot of water to have sprinkled on the floor due to my defective shower curtain, perhaps it came out of the base of the toilet?" So I flushed the toilet to find out.

Yeah. It was the toilet. And as the water poured out from the base of the toilet, and the water in the bowl went up and up and up, and I thought, "I wonder where the plunger is?"

So, lessons learned thus far: rule number one, when you wonder whether the toilet is plugged or not, don't flush it, and rule number two, if you do foolishly flush it, pinpoint exactly where that plunger is beforehand.

You see, round this house, we borrow things from each other and never bloody return them, which is fine when it's Fran's beer mugs that I borrowed back in November that sometimes I consider bringing back upstairs before getting distracted by something shiny, but when the water is pouring from the toilet and the plunger is upstairs in the second floor bathroom because they needed to plunge their toilet back in June, it's something else entirely.

So I went upstairs and got the plunger, then came downstairs and plunged the hell out of the toilet and the bathtub, then later, came back and flushed again and all was well. Ah good, it's entirely over!

Or so I thought.

So just now, I had a shower. When I got out of the shower, the water in the tub was up to my shins, which really grosses me out, though bathing doesn't bother me at all. Anyway, out of the tub, checked the floor, no water. Hooray!

So I went into the other room, and suddenly heard "Bloop bloop bloop", and yes, water all over the floor coming from the base of the toilet. And what did I do? I flushed the toilet! What is wrong with me? I am undoubtedly dumb as a rock.

So that water poured out of the toilet, absolutely gallons of it. And it didn't stop. But I remembered that I know where the shut-off valve is for the toilet, so I turned it and turned it, wondering why there still seemed to be a great deal of water coming out, then turned it the other way, and it finally stopped.

So I gathered all of my sheets and towels and draped them all over the bathroom floor. This is a handy way to both wash my bathroom floor (it's clean water!), and clean all of my sheets and towels. No, not in the toilet water, but after the sopping up of the flood, I put them in the washer and then they are lovely and clean.

Also, the slope in my bathroom floor goes the right direction, so the rest of my apartment is safe as houses.

So I'm thinking that perhaps the trouble is the six heads of hair that are no doubt are down my tub drain, and thus tomorrow I should pick up some Liquid Plumr.

I watched the oddest episode of Cold Case on my TiVo, where the victim was a retarded high school kid, and they kept calling him a kid, like I just did, but frankly, he looked about 35 years old. I kept expecting it to come up in the plot, but it didn't.

Today's horoscope:
Staying home alone just isn't what you had in mind this morning -- but you could end up so fierce right now that you won't consider yourself fit for human consumption. If so, don't force it.

One year ago today:
Someday, this will all be long ago, and it's important to document our now, because it will be as gone as those people and streets in the photos that I saw yesterday.

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