How does one live in such filth? I went to use the toilet and there was “stuff” on the seat. I have no idea what it was but I grabbed a wipe to clean it, before my bare ass touched it, lifted the seat and more nastiness ensued. I mean what the hell? I still hovered above the seat because it was still a little wet but now I know that when I’m half asleep and need to go I’m going to have to hover instead of sit because I won’t be fully awake to see what’s on there. I feel like I’m being invaded and losing . . . something. Not quite sure what the word would be but it is not good.