Having to get out of the bath to have a wee is just the worst thing.

Feels like defeat. Like failure, because one's ablutic - might not be a word, am going with it regardless - preparations were inadequate. Like, I'm in here, I'm rather enjoying this splendid novel, and the nice warmth, and now I have to get out and get cold. But, to hop straight back in, or call the whole thing a c**t's indulgence and towel off, the better man for having chalked up that experience, bitter though it tastes.

Isn't it though?

Posted By: Arizona Bay, Jan 30, 14:36:47