Drunk Antics

After drinking the other night, I found some strange goings on in the morning. The most noticable was when I was standing in front of the space behind the bathroom mirror searching for what might have been lost forever. Apparently the night before after brushing my teeth I felt that it was necessary to hide my toothbrush somewhere in the bathroom. Although the true reasons for hiding my toothbrush will most likely forever be a mystery, I may have an idea. After my roommate found my toothbrush he said, "I found it and you hid my toothbrush." After a brief arguement on who was the true owner of the purple toothbrush, the thought occurred to me that I hid the toothbrush because I suspected my roommate was using it. This make the second time this year someone else has used my toothbrush. (See Why I Hate My Toothbrush - May 3, 2006).