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02 December 2003 @ 11:09 pm
Fractured Fairy Tales: Princess Nif and the Evil Shower of Doom  
Okay, as we open this fairy tale, let me set the scene. Today: I've been awake for twenty hours at this point, and that's on about three hours of sleep. I traveled 3/4 of the length of the Eastern Seabord before noon, and went to class two hours after finishing unpacking. Then I wrote about eight pages of thinky school work. I had dinner, and did more school work.

So, I'm kind of the queen of burnt out, and I think to myself, "Self, you should take a shower."

Okay, so the first mishap was my fault: I was so tired that I got into the shower with my socks on. This was stupid. Deeply stupid. Also, distressing because wet socks = horrendous/catastrophic/disastrous/tragic/awful etc.

The water coming out of the shower head? Scalding. No, legitmately *scalding* and the only way to turn it off is to reach through the stream of boiling hot magma, I mean water, and I kind of like having skin attached to my arm. The door to the shower? Won't open. So I peel off my wet socks, lob them over the shower door, and try to make the cold water work. No joy for a few minutes, and the door still isn't opening. At this point, I'm wondering if I will, in fact, have to climb over the top of the shower door and if so, how the fuck that's going to happen.

Then the cold water decides to work. And by cold I mean hypothermia inducing. But that's okay, I reach through it, turn the water off. And am still stuck in the shower. Two shoulder checks later, I spill out onto the floor, and land on my wet socks.

There is no joy in Mudville.
Current Mood: crankycranky
Current Music: Weezer - The Sweater Song
Adoable Frunk: senadrillyra_sena on December 3rd, 2003 04:15 am (UTC)
oh, baby. *hands you dry socks, burn cream, and a blanket*

*cuddles* I'll come stab the shower door if you want me to.

*goes back to snitdom*

pure FORESHADOWING: photonegativenifra_idril on December 3rd, 2003 03:50 pm (UTC)
Stabbing the shower door would probably be worse for the knife than the shower. I think the shower is indesctructable. That's how intense it's evil is.
celli on December 3rd, 2003 04:15 am (UTC)
poor baby.

*hugs you*

*tries not to laugh*
pure FORESHADOWING: Chloe!nifra_idril on December 3rd, 2003 03:53 pm (UTC)
*hugs back*
What the hell is up with the mummy?!: dancing cucumberserialkarma on December 3rd, 2003 04:16 am (UTC)
I'm sorry sweetie, I know you've had a long day and you're probably cranky and i wouldn't blame you at all, but his made me laugh harder than I've laughed at anything all day. Thank you!*g*
pure FORESHADOWING: absolut!nifra_idril on December 3rd, 2003 03:55 pm (UTC)
*eyes you*

Mock my pain. Go ahead.

What the hell is up with the mummy?!: dancing cucumberserialkarma on December 3rd, 2003 04:05 pm (UTC)
Hee. Among my people, mocking is a sign of great respect and affection.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on December 3rd, 2003 04:10 pm (UTC)
would that be the vegetable people? *points to icon*

What the hell is up with the mummy?!: dancing cucumberserialkarma on December 3rd, 2003 04:17 pm (UTC)
The vegetable people are in fact close kin to my people, although we have more fruits, as a general rule.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on December 3rd, 2003 04:18 pm (UTC)
Dear Larry,

God says mocking people isn't nice. He wants us to get along and be happy! Let's sing a song about it!


and I refuse to start slashing God-loving vegetables, even if they *do* have a lisp and live together
Tiny Timmy Tokyo: Lex luckyslodwick on December 3rd, 2003 07:16 am (UTC)
I'm terribly sorry, dearheart, but there's no way I can even pretend not to laugh.

I'm glad you survived your ordeal.

*pats you on head*
pure FORESHADOWING: Clark RHPSnifra_idril on December 3rd, 2003 03:57 pm (UTC)
Mmmhm. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.

I retract your ambassadorhood! From now on me and mine wil throw banana peels down from the trees directly at *you*.

...*sigh* No, you're right, it's pretty funny. Also, I agree with your icon. I just need to inform the universe that I am, in fact, *not* a plucky heroine.