Ghetto Shower

Last night I couldn't sleep...Mostly because the last few days my schedule has been way off. I was sick on Tuesday and slept most of the day so I was up all night. Then Wednesday I worked the early shift, if you will, at my work. So I went to sleep at 2am and was up at 5:30am and at work by 6:45am. Not terrible but not ideal. So by the end of the day I was very sleepy and possibly loosing my mind. I came home determined to stay up to get back on my normal schedule. But shortly after dinner I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up around 9pm feeling much better and very awake. Steve and I hung out, watched some movies, you know basic Wednesday night stuff. I finally felt sleepy around 2am again. I went to get into bed, then realized I would be so tired in the morning and I should take my shower that night. So I got out of bed and went to turn the water on so it would be nice a hot for me. We live in a kind of older home. The shower nozzle has been on my list to fix but, with us moving out at the end of the month it has been put on the back burner to everything else. Anyways, I went back in the bathroom and got in the shower. I tried to adjust the shower head, and then it happened. The whole thing came off the wall. With a fairly loud thud I might add. I started panicking, water was shooting out from the wall like Old Faithful. Steve quickly came to the door asking if everything was okay. I quickly responded yes as I frantically tried to piece together the shower head. It was no use. I let him in to see what all the commotion was. He tried to fix it as well, but it was cracked beyond repair. So now we have ghetto shower with water that sprays out of the wall. Tonight we are going to fix it, but last night I had to use the ghetto shower...I felt ridiculous.