For a moment there, i didn't know if I was going to survive. I took a step to turn the handles off and my right slipper [its a backpackers bathroom, slippers are a necessity] slipped on something. I teetered on my right leg, my hand desperately trying to grab onto something solid. My life flashed before my eyes. Memories of playing with Lego men and monopoly flashed before my eyes.
I knew I was going down.
There was only one thing I could do, and that was to take the fall as tastefully as possible. As I turned my shoulder to take the brunt of the damage I failed to compensate the position of the hot handle. A knob hit behind my ear and a knee hit the edge of the tub. Thus, I fell from grace. A man, no longer in the lap of the bathtub gods. A man forsaken by cleanliness. Oh why great Zeus?
Alas, I came downstairs, dejected and sad. How could I make this tragic start to the day fall onto the right path. Then it hit me. Peanut butter and jelly toast.
So it was written, so it was done.
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I'm real glad you managed to sort of clean yourself? Hopefully that shower came with a haircut...Are you in Sydney for a while then?
Mmmm. Not sure man. Im trying, albiet not very hard, to get a job. I have a couple of people who might potentially hook me up but thats a long shot.
Might have to go to melbourne to find work. Or just go to a beach town for a couple of weeks. I dont know how long my money will last to tell you the truth.
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