This morning I had a very strange thing happen to me. I was sitting on the John reading my book and
attending to business. In the book this
guy was thinking about killing this girl in the book. I had a thought of sudden death and how sad
it was. I thought to myself, I just don’t
want to die like Elvis, sitting on the toilet.
I was suddenly overtaken with this stupid thought, and then I thought what
if I didn’t finish the book. I had an
urge to go to the end of the book and read the last chapter. I swear this has never happened to me before
and I have never read the end of the book before I finished the book.
Getting distracted from the darn book, I got my thoughts
together and knew I was being ridiculous.
I wasn’t going to die on the toilet and I was going to finish this darn
book that I keep trying to guess what will happen next and it doesn’t. I’ve already written my end to the story but
I will be surprised at whatever the outcome may be.
I had plans to go to the beach with Garnet today but she
called and said her legs hurt and she couldn’t get out of bed today. I am going to the beach by myself and I am
going to finish this book. I am going to
eat the lovely fruit salad that I made just for the beach today and float in
the water and cool off and get some vitamin D.
So there!
Peace be with you.
I'm sure that was a genuinely distressing incident of lavatory bibliophilia, but it's hilarious to read about. That would actually make a GREAT scene in a book, and if you don't want to use it, please tell me I may!
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