It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

I bet if you got the hiccups while you were gargling you could potentially drown.

*whew!* Good thing I have bad hygiene!

P.P.S. When we were at Sevy, Theo and I found the blueprints that had been left behind and I changed the Associate Dean's office into a restroom! (Because she stole my pen.)

Post Script: The saving grace of bad hygiene at 11:58 p.m.