I am convinced that my bathroom mirroris one of those vanity bathroom mirrors from a makeupsales counter. I don’t know if it is the lighting or the angle or some special property of the glass, but I look superb. In the bathroom. But when I leave the bathroom, I look completely average. In fact, I think that there might even be an inverse relationship: the better I look in the bathroom, the worse I look in any other mirror. I wish that the whole entire world could see me the way that bathroom mirrordoes.
Speaking of the bathroom, I found a gigantic, hoppy red bug in my bathroom this morning. How did it get into my apartment? Why did they stop paying the exterminators to come every week? I am usually ok with insects, but this was truly a horrific bug. I saw it and stood there for about two minutes, trying to decide what to do. Should I smush it? Not with these shoes! And then, should someone on a Spiritual Journey kill a bug? I literally weighed that in my mind for a bit, but I didn’t have time to carry it outside and if I left it there, I was afraid that it would hop over to my bed and it would crawl all over me while I was sleeping. So I took a wad of toilet paper and crushed it with my bare (toiletpapered) hands. Yeah, yeah, I’m going to hell.
