A study in human nature:

So there i was, on the pot. I put my bottle of yellow tail sparkling rose wine on the bathtub while i shat myself anew on the throne.

In the darkness that is required, as one relieves hiself, (as any normal mortal would do, who would dare such a thing in the light?) i wiped myself clean then stood and reached for my bottle. Of course it clanged its way to the bathub and spilled half of it's immortal contents therein.

My question is this, how was i uncapable of grabbing the bottle after repeated tries but managed to find the lever to the toilet in a matter of microseconds? (let's be biased to nano - it's really overrated)

Easily enough to explain, really.

Your body is already familiar with the layout of the toilet in relation to how you body generally sits on it, whereas the bottle could have really been anywhere inside of the entire area of the bottom of the bathtub.

The real question remains, however..

Yellow Tail??? Are you dead serious?? Good god.. how can you drink that?

it seemed like a good idea at the time.

got any suggestions?