Dag nabbit, I didn't think about how I had to be across town early this morning for the rest of the voiceover gig. They stroked my ego plenty yesterday, "ooh I love his voice, where did you find him?" But I think this is a trick to put me at ease. (It works.) So now I've got nothing to talk about but since I just noticed it's Thursday, that means an HNT might work. (I still don't know what day it is anymore, I just know I have this gig this morning and a class on July 7th.)
Here's a picture much like one I've taken of all my friends. (Be warned those who haven't met me.) You fling the door open while someone's on the pot and take a picture of them. The best is when the door is far away from the toilet. Well, Serge got his revenge and it wouldn't be so blurry except that he was quivering with excitement over having caught me. I'd like to draw your attention to the dispenser on the wall. This was our hotel room in Paris. The toilet paper came in the form of napkins. I promptly dubbed them butt-napkins. They weren't as bad as those one-panel waxies, these were at least double paned. Kind of like half a Kleenex.