Friday, December 13, 2002
I was going to post something about how peeing in the dark is something of an adventure. But this probably seemed a lot more exciting last night at 2am (after a few beers) than it actually is. There's the adrenaline rush of knowing that you could be hosing down the entire bathroom, the feeling of relief when you realize that you're actually got the big porcelain oval right in your crosshairs, and you're splitting the uprights just as time expires. Yes, it's a belabored and mixed metaphor, but the exuberance of the whole endeavor carries you through, where you're not thinking about sustaining a coherent and descriptive narrative line. You're just relieved that you don't have to towel down all the tile, and you feel just a bit freer than when you began, perhaps just a touch lighter. It's not magic, but it's something you can't quite explain.
It almost makes you sad to flush, to watch as the passion is sucked down through a counterclockwise vortex, off to points unknown.
[If this seems a tad over-the-top, you should have seen the 2am version. Breathtaking.]