The showerhead at home that nobody in the family ever uses. It's rusty, so I doubt it's safe to take a long shower in.

I've had enough of the snide remarks from "friends" who think I spend way too much time in the bathroom for my own good. I thank you for your concern but I've to warn you that what you're doing is causing a not-so-little amount of inner rage and there's only so much I could do to refrain myself from wringing your neck, stuff you in a trunk and ship you to that balmy place they call hell.

Listen, ass-beep-, I've been nice enough to not even flip you the bird when you start slipping in what-you-think is another witty remark upon seeing my getting ready for shower. That's because I think I owe you an explaination. Oh, if only you knew! But then, I may have to kill you.

It seems that I'm left with no choice but to let on my little secret. See, that time you thought I was in the shower when I really wasn't but you thought I was and hence concluded I spent "way too much time in the bathroom"- that was the time I was off on a secret mission; I was spying in the deepest region of Cerebrum. No, dumbass, Cerebrum is not that oil-rich country thought to have WMD; it's that part of the brain which holds your memories and enables you to imagine and think.

Yes, my mind wanders when I'm taking showers. I reflect on the day's events. Like how I should have told you to wipe that smirk off your face and f-beep-off when you had that irritating I-know-you're-going-to-take-your-long-bath-again smirk. I find myself being able to think better when I'm massaging my scalp with Name-of-Shampoo (I'm selling out; get in touch with me for product placement). Heck, most of my blog entries and stuff in the portfolio are conceived in the shower. And you thought I'm dallying time in the bathroom (well, in a way, I am, but let's not get technical here).

So, you can imagine how terrible it was for me when there was a week-long interruption of water supply to my house last week; I wasn't able to write new entries for the blog and was without design inspiration for a website I'm doing for a family friend. We were told that there was a "contamination of some sort" at the water plant. That has to be the most non-specific and convenient excuse there is when you screw up and can't patch things up in one long week. Uh, sorry mister, there seems to be a contamination of some sort; you may have to stop taking long baths. Damn it.