As for synesthesia, my variety isn’t anywhere near as colorful as some, but I’m curious if anyone here shares it:  I envision the days of the week as a corridor of connected rooms, each one slightly larger and more colorful than the one before, climaxing in a vast and riotous Saturday. 

(Though I still think that Brontosaurus was a dinosaur, Pluto is a planet, and ants can teleport in and out of your house…)

I’ve always said that a good library is an important part of any bathroom!

I also like to take actual baths and read, and if I drop it, hey, it’s just a paperback meant to sit in the bathroom, anyway, so no foul.

Also, I grew up in a really busy and noisy house and had to share a bedroom — the only time I had any peace and quiet was when I was in the bathroom.  I used to spend hours in there, “taking a bath” (mostly just sitting on the closed toilet, reading!).

And… your “Ick” threshold seems a little lower than average.

Edit: Oh yeah… There is a Seinfeld episode about this. “This book has been flagged”. :)

I sure as hell don’t want to touch a book that lives by the toilet and is handled by people using the toilet. Ick.

Also, on Celebrity Apprentice last season, the teams had to make some kind of pop song and Dayana Mendoza kept telling the musicians that she wanted the music to be more yellow, and the other contestants had all these reaction interviews like, “What the hell is she talking about? She’s INSANE.” Anyway, I hope someone eventually told her she might have synesthesia!

Rimbaud poem about the colors of letters.