Well, I just attempted to take a shower. It was not a successful attempt. Let me tell you why. Because yours truly here, being the bright spark of genius that she is, decided to wrestle the shower curtain. Not sure who won...I took down the shower curtain but that really didn't go so well for me afterwards. I love my furnished apartment here in Buenos Aires. It affords me many things-a place to dump my three suitcases, a balcony from which to watch the chaos in the street below and even a free WiFi! What it does not afford me is a shower curtain much more sturdy than plastic wrap-the kind you cover bowls of fruit salad with. The ends were already pulling off the rod. Then, you know how when you turn the shower on full blast and super hot-like I always do-and then the curtain bows in and leaves you like three inches between it and the wall in which to lather, rinse and repeat? Well, that's what Cling Wrap (what I've decided to call the shower curtain-or, what's left of it anyway) kept doing to me. So I decided to show Cling Wrap who was boss. This is my damn shower! I paid for it! That's right, I got all Ali with it and used the curtain as a punching bag. I got a couple of good upper cuts in and a jab before my right hook pulled it clear off the rod. Well played, Cling Wrap, well played... Picture it. Shower: full blast. Floor: flooded. Me: standing there, mouth gaping, Cling Wrap in a useless wad in my hands. But it gets better! So then I took so long to figure out how the hell to get the curtain back up-without turning the shower off of course-that not only did my floor look like the aftermath of Katrina but I ran out of hot water. I'm awesome. Not to fear though. This nerd travels with binder clips. I WILL get that damn shower curtain back up! (Because it wouldn't be easier to just go buy a new one, right?)