Tuesday, June 05, 2007

So I Had A Bad Day

It's the little things that I didn't notice doing at the time that, as I reflect on them at night, tell me how bad my day actually blew.

In a moment designed to (a) get a brief sense of respite and (b) experience the pleasure that can come only from sex or chocolate, I read the newspaper and ate a Klondike Bar while sitting on
the toilet in my locked bathroom.

That's just not right.

8 comments:

All Click said...

You are correct. That isn't right. Everyone knows that a Twix bar helps cheer up a bad day better that a Klondike! :-)

I sure hope you didn't find it in there...

Rebecca said...

Oh man! And I thought my husband was gross for taking his laptop to the bathroom!

Anonymous said...

Ok. I am not really sure what to say about that. Even I wouldn't expect that out of you.

Anonymous said...

And what's even worse is the fact that you chose to share it with the world! Gee Thanks. -Cara

RedZeppelin said...

The only problem with that is you have to be VERY careful about licking chocolate off your fingers.

primalscreamx said...

I've done much worse...
Here's to the day after being a lot better.

The Film Geek said...

To all those who commented on my grossness: Yep, it probably is. But that Kloindike Bar sure was good.

Bill: Thanks, for both comments. And it was. A lot better.

Jackie Lantern said...

It's like my Great-Grandma always says, "If you're gonna sink you may as well go the bottom."

Or something like that :D