Whoops.

Was preparing for bed when, while I tried to grab some cotton pads to cleanse my face, I heard a delightful shatter, and looked down to see my favourite Clinique nailpolish all over the cloudy-white tiles in the bathroom.

Glass and bright red (with a slight golden shimmer) polish everywhere.

Thank fucking god for nail polish remover. Went through close to half a bottle cleaning it up (the grouting still has a pinkish hue in parts)... now feel sick from the fumes. Pretty sure I got all the glass. I wonder if Chris will even notice. Think it unlikely, as he is unable to discern just-cleaned floor from hasn't-been-washed-in-centuries floor. Interesting experiment, as I don't think he reads this (likely from fear, I expect).

The sad part of the entire scenario is that the entire time, I thought to myself, "Well shit -- I really liked that colour. I don't think it's available anymore, either."

Sometimes my shallowness makes even me cringe.


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(later)

Actually... he might notice. Looked in the trash, and it looks like I just wiped down the bathroom after violently killing several people with an axe.
Will now leave note to avoid being woken at 6 am to panicked queries about my health and being rushed to emergency for stitches, or to 55 Division for bloody murder confession.