BUT NO! I watch in horror as the water beings to rise. A feeling of disbelief, horror, and sudden realization that I have lost the war sweep over me. I pray to the porcelain god to allow me some sort of respite. The water, brown with my own filth, continues to rise. Suddenly, it stops...right at the edge of the bowl. I'M SAVED! YES!
I've been fortunate that it has always stopped at this point for me
one day, it will overflow on me though