Attack of the Poo-Pourri

There I was, minding my own business while taking care of my business, and a bottle of Poo-Pourri decided to slip off the back of the toilet and smack me before hitting the ground. I jumped and frantically searched the floor. Even though my phone was securely in my pocket, I was convinced I’d find it on the tile, screen cracked. And then I saw my assailant, lying harmlessly in the corner of the stall.

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Notebooks covered my bed. It was terrifying. I always knew that I had a large collection of them, but until I removed them from their various hiding spaces and spread them out on my mattress, I don’t think I realized quite how many I owned.