Peeing in a Cup

So I went in for a drug test today. Not for fun, for like a job thing. I learned for the last time I got tested and couldn't go pee. I ended up at the hallway drinking fountain taking in as much water as I possibly could. It worked and eventually peed. Then I had to pee for the next 6 hours on and off. It was sort of painful. This time I had a glass of Meijer brand cherry diet coke, or diet cherry coke (I am really not sure which.), and a glass of water. I had another glass of water at office while waiting. I read a bit of the bible, mostly for the oddness of it  and because I want to read more of the bible. Also, reading about god separating really get me in the mood to pee. I didn't get though the first chapter. I found it weird that they said god separated the water from the fermentation(sic) meaning sky. I was confused ways and I wish i could remember the word but I can't, too much drugs I guess. I kid, of course, my urine should be clean or as clean as urine can be. It is mainly water and ammonia from my understanding, similar to glass cleaner. So, yeah pretty much that clean. The called me from the waiting room and told me to fill the plastic beaker up to the freshly made sharpie mark. they made sure I couldn't cheat on the test. They had me take everything out of my pocket and they dyed the toilet water blue, foiling my plan on bring back the beaker full of toilet water and my cell phone and trying to pass that off as as my urine. Well, I filled it above the line and had extra urine which I could dispose of normally in a porcelain bowl, even if the water was blue. I made it greener. I don't think I noticed but that seems like it would make quite a pretty color. So I left the bathroom very proud wanting to show the technician. It took me a while to come notice me. I wonder in the few minutes that I waited what I could have been doing to tamper with my sample. I came up with nothing. Maybe drugs make you more creative, or maybe less and there for easier to catch. I don't know. I still stood there awkwardly while she poured my liquids into smaller container and then she sealed those containers with a sticker. The container was still warm. It felt like a bad magic trick. Why did I need to sign it? She could easily be tampering with it right now. You can't fool me. She must be on drugs.