Last night i walked in to my place and the urge to pee was so powerful i almost didn't make it. Once i was done i realized i had to take a shit also, but the TP situation wasn't good, so i had to go upstairs to retrieve some. Recently i've been having toilet trouble, ei: the flusher thingy broke so i flush manualy ei: sticking my hand in the toilet tank. So i've become accustom to making sure things flush smoothly, i didn't this time. I went upstairs and was surprised to see my dad was still up at 1am, and wanted to show me the knives he'd bought today. One Big ass Bowie knife and one big ass texan hunting knife to go with all the other knives and swords around here. And he talked for a good 15 minutes. When i got back downstairs, there was a flood. Fuck me this fucking week just keeps getting better doesn't it.