Robert Plant: Slumber Party Spy

I got home last night to discover that it was apparently "girls night" at our house, so I promptly vacated my home. After running on 3 hours of sleep for nearly 2.5 days, I was ready to go to bed (note: we're talking 11pm!). However, because of my oppressive masculinity, I had to find a better place to dwell. Of course, I chose the school, because I'm a nerd, but felt too tired to do homework and hoped to find respite at Jandyn and Staci's house. While I did not get too much more sleep, I did see so many wonderful friends, which allowed me to weild super human strength and make it all the way to 3:30am before people started winding down.

At this point, I knew that returning home would be risky, because I might encounter loud girls who would then frustrate me. I didn't have time or energy to be wasting on frustration, so I fell asleep on the floor. When everyone left, Jandyn woke me up and told me I could move to the couch, where I got 4 more hours of sleep. By the time I go to bed tonight (probably 1am), I will have been operating on 7 combined hours of sleep spread out over 65 hours. Ugh.

But here's the punchline. I made a wise decision by not going home last night, because the evidence I found in the bathroom was enough to deduce that I would have lost my mind. Someone had thrown up in the toilet and attempted to flush a dishtowel down the toilet. On top of that, it was MY DISHTOWEL, which I specifically reserved for the washing of dishes, not for clogging toilets. The girls were still at my house this morning, but snuck out while I was taking my first shower in 3 days. I'm about to return home, and I have a hunch that the towel will still be there. Gross!

Of course, when I asked Robert how this could've happened, he remained completely vegetative, offering no leads whatsoever. Some plant indeed.

xoxo,
nathaniel