Scrub Scrub Scrub

Tonight I spent an hour scrubbing the grout on the shower ceiling because its dirtiness was overpowering me, and I felt that I'd never be able to enjoy a shower again as long as the discolored tile was staring back at me from above.

And no, this is not the weighty post I mentioned yesterday, though I wish it were. Willingly spending an evening scraping away at grout is a sign of a much, much deeper, sadder issue than I even want to acknowledge here right now.

P.S. Don't ask me what I found in the drain.