Me: *Sitting cross-legged on the bathroom floor in boxer shorts with a sketch pad in my lap chewing on a pencil* Mom: *knocks on the door* Me: Come in. Mom: I thought you were going to take a shower... Me: I was, but... David Bowie still has no eyebrows.
I like writing poems in the bathroom of mine.
Well nobody bothers you while you're in there....
Theoretically..
For the sake of explaining some of this, it may be -3 degrees outside but inside it's too warm to sleep in pants sometimes. So.