Do you ever go to the bathroom in the morning to take–uhm–some personal time and come out feeling dumped upon?

I like to use my time in the loo to its fullest extent so I usually read something. Today it was email. Arrgh! Another rejection for “Dust”. Where can I possibly send it too next. I feel all out of options. Sometimes I swear no one actually read my story. It’s like I sent it to some scary Oz kind of place. Only there is no real wizard behind the facade. There is just a disembodied mechanical voice saying, “Sorry, not for us. Sorry, not for us. Sorry, not for….”