Mirror Suicide at 1:45 AM
So I’m in bed, finally asleep after a long night of blogging/audio editing/making world domination plans. Knize is in bed next to me watching TV.
All of a sudden we hear a loud BANG! Well, he hears a bang. I’m ripped from the glorious bosom of sleep by a catastrophic tear in the space-time continuum.
We stare at each other for a second to the sound of running water. I’m telepathically saying to him, “I was asleep. You better go check it out, muthafucka.” I’m convinced that there is a knee-deep pool of poo water waiting in the bathroom.
It ended up being mirror suicide.
The mirror had broken free of the safety of its restraints and crashed down on top of the faucet. Luckily, the faucet is not broken, it just happened to turn on from the angle of the drop.
Look at those two sad little mirror nubs. I didn’t realize that the mirror was held on with what is basically Post-It glue. I would have been better off trying to use the Force to keep it up there.
Nobody knows what led up to the mirror smashing, but I like to think it went something like this:
Barbara Gordon, you owe me a new mirror.