so, like, whenever i hit the head for a bit of sit-down time with my porcelian buddy, i like to take a little somethin to read.. a newsletter, article, book, magazine, whatever. it’s not that my white friend isn’t a good conversationalist, but i just like to take my time, make sure nothing is rushed, relax a bit, have a little read while i’m there. no problem at work, tons of stalls, lots of bathrooms, and a fiction library on my floor that i can visit whenever i need something new. no people coming in, knocking on the door, saying “you done yet?”. sure, the tp is a little thin, and a little harsh, but these are small prices to pay for my privacy & relaxed time limits. flash-sideways to home, 3 people, one bathroom. of course the bean doesn’t use the bathroom, she’s got a portable one that she wears, but my wife has a bladder the size of a snow pea. (no pun intended). guarantee that if i need to go.. so does she. that means no reading, relaxing.. you get the picture. now, i’m not saying i never get to have some quality print time in my personal stink chamber. it does happen, but not with the *reliablity* that i come to expect of the facilities at work. maybe i need to get on some kind of special diet that allows me to estimate when i’m gonna need to go, so that i can schedule it at work. anyways, enough about me. today’s topic: reading in the bathroom, weird? ok? sucks? talk amongst yourselves.

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