Brilliance Lost

Brilliant thoughts come to me in the shower. When I have enough money one day (yes, as a loaded sociologist), and have finished using the excesses on paying back loans and tuition bills and feeding my family and myself and buying my mother that ring and supporting worthwhile charities and endowing something in my name just 'cause it's fun to endow things- when I've done with all that, I'll install a waterproof but erasable board in my shower and get special markers so I can write in it whenever an idea comes. I saw the board on TV once. I think it was for an OCD patient that couldn't stop writing though. Hm. No matter. This way, when people visit my bathroom they'll be impressed by all the scribbles and think that I'm so intelligent I can't afford to lose a single thought. Yet in reality, I'd only be jotting things down because my memory isn't good enough and my attention span not long enough to sustain one idea through a whole shower.

That's why I just wrote this huge long paragraph instead of World's Best Entry. I lost it to the drain in the shower. But I just remembered that on Sunday, as we sat around being served, we talked a lot about showering and shampooing. We're very hygienic people. A lot of the stories involved the conditioners our flatmates' use. And how they felt to the hair. And I remembered thinking, "Oh, hey, it's not just me." So there you go, gentle reader. If you've run out, go ahead and use your flatmate's conditioner just this once. We all do it. But shh...