anatomy of a friday night (into saturday mourning)

friday afternoon, toilet's backed up in the fos-1. got no toilet plunger. managed without a plunger in the fos-1 for over two years and don't feel like making the investment while i'm on the verge of clearing out. try fashioning a makeshift "snake" using a wire coathanger, but it seems they make better abortion tools than toilet snakes. the toilet's a horror. a shitty horror. but i've got errands.

want to hit the gym and get a haircut before hooking up with the brotherhood of the traveling pants for drinks later -- and now i gotta pick up some drano. i think this has happened before and a bottle of that stuff cleared it right up. done, done and done.

get back to the fortress around midnight (later?). dump the entire bottle of drano into the toilet and go pass out on my mattress, taking solace in the magical properties of chemicals.

get up early saturday mourn. head to the toilet, like a kid on christmas day. the condition has not improved. i've just got a shitty cesspool mixed with an entire bottle of drano, stewing in ceramic like some unholy crockpot. now i've got to wait until the hardware store opens to buy that plunger...