2002-05-07 - 7:37 PM

A week ago, I dropped an ibuprofen on the floor of my bathroom and never picked it up. Everytime I would go in there, I'd just stare at it and think, "I should really pick that up," but I never did because I kind of liked it there. Plus, I'm really lazy.

A volcano of water erupted from my facet today while my dad was disemboweling my sink, covering the whole room and causing warm water to leak from the light fixture of the dining room directly below it. The ibuprofen is still there, but now it has burst open from being soaked in the water, like a hotdog that was cooked in the microwave for too long. Now, it is too beautifully incongruent to clean up.