La shite Finale

That's pronounced la-shit-tey-feen-nale-ey. Here I am, 3am in the morning, woken up by ben because he talked about some *gasp* crazy ring around the moon.

Little thing about me, i'm an incredibly light sleeper and I take ages to sleep. If someone wakes me up after I've had 2-3 hours of sleep, my stupid brain tells itself

"Hey, that was a nice nap, you don't need to sleep for the next 7 hours!"...nice

Back to topic, so here I am, 3 am in the morning, eyes like O_O when all of a sudden my brain tells me!

"You need to take a shit"

This wasn't a good sign at all. Why you ask? Cleaners clean the bathroom at 6am, so by 3am, you can expect some nasty ass (hehe) disasters in the toilet. You're talking about explosive diarrhoea on the walls, toilet paper everywhere and possibly passed out druggies with their heads in the potty.

Isn't it obvious how absolutely thrilled I was to find out I needed to crap at 3am?

Well, I grabbed my trusty laptop and proceeded to my favourite cubicle. I expected to push open the door, leave and look for a cleaner toilet....Here's the thing.

As I pushed open the door to my favourite cubicle, a blinding light beamed from the toilet as if welcoming me to take my final shit in Richmond University for the year 2003.

At first I thought it was a trick being played by the devil, I thought maybe if I pulled down the toilet seat, there's going to be shit/piss stains all over it or the cubicle door wouldn't look or maybe the toilet is boobytrapped.

Nothing. Not even the smell of toilet. I guess it's the cubicle's way of saying goodbye to Louis, of saying thank you for appreciating it's existence and never pissing on the toilet seat.

My final wipe is now complete, anus clean, intestines empty. My final shit has been taken, i'll see you in 2004.