My first day back at the track was long and tough, but rewarding. I finally got home around 7pm, and all I really wanted was some food, a nice hot shower, and sleep. Working on the food, and hit the shower. I just finished washing my hair when I hear the dreaded "glug glug glug". I quickly shut off the water and hopped out just as the ick was starting to back up from the drain. Gross. Showerus Interruptus. And now the toilet/shower/batchtub is stopped/backed-up. On a Saturday night. Great. Guess no shower in the AM. I hate this stupid apartment. This is the 3rd time since I moved in that this has happened, and the kitchen has backed up twice.
All I wanted was a long hot shower...
