war, peacock.

ok, so at this juncture it has become painfully apparent that all this most-fucked-up-scenario- possible stuff has come to rest squarely in one specific place. our bathroom.

it is the nexus, the issue around which all other issues swirl chaotically, unrelentingly, ..ly. yeah.

so we had one day of unadulterated bathroom. yesterday, as i showered, the sun shining through the curtainless window(the only thing we hadn't put back in its right place) in blinding little beams, mixing with the warm(!) water and the old soul songs on the shower radio, i thought about how long it had been since i had a shower like that. i stayed in there for a long time.

then, at work later in the evening, the phone call from kels: i am not going to believe this, but there is water, pouring down the walls. from the ceiling. the new ceiling, it's sagging down. going to fall through. i am not believing this. she is correct.

there is something living in that bathroom. something that doesn't like to see me shower in peace. something that prefers it when i am dirty and miserable. something that's gonna have to go.