meet sharon

my new roommate. sharon lives in the bathroom. she has been living there for awhile now, sometimes in the tub, sometimes on the floor around the toilet. sometime a little too close to my hairdryer for comfort (down sharon! your hair looks fab! get away from my damn hairdryer, please. i mean it. please.).

this was one of THOSE mornings, where hormones must be up to no good (this rachael yamagata song at youtube, replete with bizarre/stupid video montage, made me cry and cry), and coupled with general fatigue i was very tempted by to do the whole fetal ball thing in the shower. usually this shower position is accompanied by a raging alcohol-induced headache, but since i haven't been (praise jesus. i am too old) hungover in forever, the sitting-down-in-the-shower generally means i REALLY do not want to face the day, the masses, the email reply to yet another girlfriend who's having baby number 2 next summer, the whole living-life-normally-deal.

but then sharon was there! creeping away from me (sharon, i swear, i'm not washing you down the drain, why are you running from the shampoo? don't be like that, please.) and reminding me: "hey, don't start your day sitting in your bathtub with the shower water getting cold! be a trooper! i might bite your goddamn face [sharon's kind of vulgar] if you curl up down here!" and then, "see, look, i'm heading over to the hairdryer ... don't sit down or you're going to have to fight me for it when you get out."

thanks, shar. i made it. another day dawns.