Last night, I fell asleep rather early after smearing vicks vap-o-rub on my chest in order to help myself breathe through the night and maybe help with my deathly illness, in such a state of medicated zonk that I forgot how very much I hate that stuff and what it would be like in the morning and all of those important details. So I wake up, and I'm gross. And sticky. And my shirt is sticking to me and the sheet is sticking to me, and my first thought is, "So this is kind of what it's like to have a wet dream, huh?"

So then I go to take a shower. I just hop right on in without really thinking about the possibility that, oh, say, the water heater might be broken and the water might be FRIGID. Which, hi. Yes. It was. Naturally. How fabulous. So I shower quickly, come out of the shower, slip on the bathmat, catch myself on the towel rack and end up not doing a faceplant into the floor, but only just barely. I did, though, definitely manage to pull out several strands of my own hair in the process. Which was fun for me, as I'm sure you'll imagine.

I have things that I want to reccomend to the world but right now due to my vap-o-rub/shower drama, I don't think I have the heart for it. These things will keep, I'm sure.

Lastly, because I heard my sister essentially doing this on the phone the other day, I bring to you a ridiculous poll.