Tuesday, February 21st, 2006
11:14 pm - You Can't Make This Stuff Up...  
My usual night time routine is pretty simple. Go to the kitchen, get a Niaspan caplet, walk into the bathroom, take caplet with water, do the rest of the routine. Tonight, as I started down the hall from the kitchen with the caplet in hand, I stubbed my toe, which hurt like hell. In anger, I smacked the wall with my fist. The caplet popped out of my hand like a watermelon seed, then described a long, lazy arc that went through the door into the bathroom, and ended dead center in the toilet, ten feet away. Nothing but the bottom of the net.

Now my toe hurts, my hand hurts, and I'm out a buck for the pill. Plus, I still have a headache from Sunday.
 
 
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"I don't care how delicious he is, he's EVIL!"shrift on February 22nd, 2006 - 05:07 am
I have lost so much prescription medication to the inconveniently uncovered toilet gods...
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vw bugvwbug on February 22nd, 2006 - 12:27 pm
Ugh. And ugh.
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sumisumik on February 22nd, 2006 - 06:08 pm
Ah man, that sucks.
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