Do you ever miss a place so much that you throw up?
I miss my old bathroom.
This was not supposed to happen.
It was, by far, the biggest piece of shit bathroom I have ever encountered. It was small and bright (yuck) and WHITE ALL OVER. Like a HOSPITAL.
It even smelled a bit like medicine (probably my bad).
But lately I just can't stop thinking about it.
I can't get the thought out of my head that someone else is in that bathroom, weeing in the loo, lying in the bath, looking into the shit mirror that I could barely reach (I'm fucking short), making phone calls when they're on the loo and pretending they're not when the person on the other end asks them why it's echoing (sorry Lolly).
This could all just be due to the fact that I just accidently took a Ritalin instead of a sleeping pill,
but to be honest,
I think I've got the old-house blues.