Helplessness

[karohemd]

Do you know the feeling?
You're sitting on the loo, doing your business and reading a book. It's a good book (Neil Gaiman's Fragile Things) and because you still have a bit of a cold, you keep absentmindedly blowing and wiping your nose with loo roll, down to the last sheet. When it's time to use loo roll for its intended purpose, there's just the cardboard tube left. 'Bother', you think and 'why oh why today, when I've tidied and finally put away the packet of spare rolls into the cupboard so it's not within arm's reach anymore?'
*sigh*

Just a little anecdote for all those of you out there who might feel sad. :o)

Comments

heeheehee

[vilenspotens.livejournal.com]

fantastic.

Nice one fella.

[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

Surely if you've been there long enough to blow your nose more than once, it's a job for wet wipes, not mere loo roll.
...
Maybe that's just what happens to people like me who eat a lot of lentils...

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

That's more than I actually wanted to know.
I like to take my time, especially if the book is good.

[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

Sorry - should I delete it? I realised it was rather TMI after I posted it!

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. I only have myself to blame. I started it, after all, although with a little less detail. ;o)

[mazzarc.livejournal.com]

That's funny. Yes, been there, done that, I think it's the true definition of helplessness.