The Bind.

I'm in a bind: I have to shit and there's a drunk in the bathroom working on the tub. Not right now, but he's in and out. I don't know the guy, but he looks worse than I do on my worst day. Now my grandmother's in there, leaving one of her patented old-people dumps. They're indescribable.

I have a feeling the rest of the day is going to be peppered with things that inconvenience me.

More insanity to come...