I left the shower radio on. 10 hours ago. For the most part, throughout the day, I didn’t hear it because the bathroom door was closed and I was listening to music in my office on the other side of the apartment. Until just now, when I walked out of the office to go grab some food. It was completely dark in the apartment and I could hear the faintest sounds of depressing/eerie 20s-era music in the distance. I hadn’t quite put together where the sound was coming from as I approached the living room in the dark. Suddenly, the wind pulled the bathroom door open just as the eerie music crescendoed. Anyway, that’s why I’m showering again. Because of the poo. In my pants.

via Maniacal Rage.