December 2, 2005

•   A few weeks back, I had the most ghetto shower in my life.  I jogged 7 miles (from the U to Christine's place and back), and decided to take a shower in the Chemistry Building so I could keep working that evening.  Problem is, the showers in the bathrooms had NO FREAKIN' SHOWERHEADS.  I didn't shower, exactly - I pressure-washed myself.  It hurt.  The headless nozzle was angled upwards, so it soaked the entire bathroom stall (walls and ceiling especially.)  It was also exactly 67 degrees.  I know this because the chemistry building is too cheap to heat its water for showers or provide showerheads, but it doesn't mind spending the money to install precise temperature sensors.  By the way, 67 degrees sounds like a nice warm day in late spring - but for a shower, it's fucking cold.  (It was nestled deep in the "blue" section of the temperature dial on the shower.)  I also had no soap or shampoo, and by the time I'd finished my shower, my towel and clothes were soaked (as was everything in the stall, including the toilet.  I can only imagine what the next person to use that stall thought...)  I would've had more luck standing naked in the rain - and I wouldn't have lost a layer of skin to the pressure-washer "shower".
    Going home this weekend... not looking forward to the drive.  But I suppose I don't look forward to any sort of driving, ever, so that's no surprise.  I think that, if I had the world's fastest most maneuverable car - with the capability of jumping over other cars and bouncing down the freeway and transforming into a giant robot and firing missiles and... yeah, I still wouldn't like driving.  (But I can definitely think of a few good targets for those missiles...)

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