A pleasant Monday morning and Mom and Dad have already left for work. Try to grab a few more “zzzz”s but notice the time and get the hell out of bed. Smug smile appears on face as the realization, that Dad is not home, dawns. Go to brush teeth and grimace at the sight of BigFoot’s new hairstyle peeking out from behind the mirror. Ugly taste of something eaten the previous night emerges. Got to brush teeth. Brush teeth, hate taste of new, horrible toothpaste.
Start water for bath. Bernoulli’s rate-flow equation seems only hypothetical. Yawns galore as water takes ages to fill up. In the meantime, fold all the things slept in. Make house a bit presentable. Destroy any evidence of prohibited things.
Look around for any form of entertainment and spot the day’s newspapers lying on the dining table. Water-heater still defiantly refusing to accept Master Bernoulli’s presence. Start reading HT Cafe, the only decent paper around. Chuckle at a few of Honey’s (of Under Honey’s Hat fame) insulting comments.
Admire the beauties adorning the pages. Make a mental note of looking at Jennifer Love Hewitt’s semi-naked photo more times that day. Finally, the joyful sound of the bucket filling up break the monotonous silence of a beautiful (read boring) morning.
Grab a towel, undies and all the essentials required for/after a bath. Enter bathroom. Humidity up 100%. Seems like a sauna in the bathroom. Touch the water, draw hand away immediately. Superheated water, cannot be bathed in. Start the cold water faucet (why is everybody, including me, so greatly influenced by Americans?).
Exit bathroom. Listen to some music. Grab a bite of food. Or what is supposed to be the morning breakfast. Glance at Hewitt’s photo again. Water fills up in the bucket. Satisfied by the successful application of the 1st law of Thermodynamics, take off clothes. The next few minutes cannot be described here, as they are PG-13.
As no parents in their right minds sit with their kid reading a dumb blog, short clip edited successfully by Censor Board. Take a long time bathing, day-dreaming a few times. Forget to apply soap, start applying with only a few mugfuls of water left. Using the remaining water while keeping the EVS guys happy, start wiping myself dry. Wear everything and exit bathroom.
Scratch my butt a few times. Start the process of sitting down to study. Scratch my butt again. Open book. Big urge to scratch again. Then howl with pain.
Arghh ! Ants in the pants !
The Song Remains The Same 