Another blog about poop

Normally my blog isn't so crass, but this has been a crazy week. The cleanse was aweful. It made me want to die. Shooting pains, fetal position on the floor... no good.

Things have been fine since that stopped. Well until today when I got back from lunch with a friend to find that my apartment had flooded. That was annoying in and of itself, but comical. I have been the plumbing guy before, and I know that these things happen so I just laughed about it. Then Rich (our local handy man) and I found out that it was sewage backing up on the floor. The laughing stopped.

** THIS NEXT PART IS GROSS. Parental discretion is advised. ** Once we realized what was going on, we shut everything down, and stopped it from coming in anymore... then there was something odd... yet familiar, floating in the water. It was toilet paper. It was used. It was not mine. Gross.

The cleaning people are here right now chemically treating the carpet, steaming it, and then doing it again. I asked steve, the cleaning guy, if he could just set the carpet on fire instead, but apparently the fire marshal frowns on such things.

I still feel dirty.