Dear journal-
I will dispense with the date in order to save time, because i believe the time and date is displayed at the top of this post..... I am increasing my efficiency already! (that is unless you consider I spent 32 words in the previous sentence crowing about the fact that I saved time by omitting 6 key strokes. ****. now I am behind.)
ANY-HOOOOOO, in the words of Ice Cube, today was a good day. No, I didnt **** around and get a triple-double... My achievement was much more of a single person achievement. I had a clean wiper first thing!
I ate poorly last night and had a few beers, and went in to the bathroom this morning with a feeling of dread- I had my laptop, coffee, a book of matches, and smeared vicks vapo-rub on my upper lip. I grabbed an extra roll of TP, and an old work glove in case things got out of control.
After dropping a load so heavy it felt like my lungs were going to be siphoned out behind it, I prepared for the chore ahead.
With great trepidation I pulled off several yards of quilted northern, reached around back and took a swipe.
Being the heathen that i am, I had to see what fresh hell I had unleashed upon the world.
I gingerly brought forward what I expected to be a foul, putrid mess of un-nameable horror, so hideous that there would be visible stink waves.
To my surprise, I brought forth a gleaming beacon of cleanliness!
Fearing that I somehow managed to miss the target on the first pass, I rolled off a second fold of paper, and with what I was certain a perfectly placed pass, and again I brought forth evidence of a pristine pass!
Some may not consider this a victory, but as you well know from countless pages of venting dear journal, that usually a night like last night doesn't end like that- I wipe and wipe, always seeing streak after streak- sometimes I suspect I am wiping a marker!
Thank you dear journal, for letting me crow about my wonderful day!