After showering and changing her clothes, the rest of the day at home went uneventfully. Jenny mostly just stayed curled up in her bed, her face on the edge so she could pee into a different bucket below the bed. Weary from the general stress of the day, she ended up drifting off to sleep...
...and waking up the next morning. The first thing she noticed was that she apparently didn't pee as much during the night, since the bucket wasn't overflowing after the hours she had slept when it had overfilled the previous day in a class of less than two hours.
Jenny got up and emptied the bucket into the toilet, then came out and looked at the cookie bowl. "Well," muttered Jenny from her crotch, "it can't get much worse, right?"
She didn't realize until she broke open a cookie and read the message inside that she realized just how stupid she was for saying that phrase.