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It's been pouring down rain since yesterday, drenching everything in sight. Not a hard rain, but soft and sneaky, the quiet patter of raindrops you don't notice until you're outside running for the bus and slowly turning into a soggy mess.
I had a good hair morning this morning. One of my incredibly rare, and thus, even more precious good hair mornings, coming as it did on top of one of my 'lay in bed until the last possible moment' mornings. The hair lasted all of five seconds in the dash to the bus.
So how twisted is it that I'm contemplating heading to the IMA for a swim right after work?
I had a good hair morning this morning. One of my incredibly rare, and thus, even more precious good hair mornings, coming as it did on top of one of my 'lay in bed until the last possible moment' mornings. The hair lasted all of five seconds in the dash to the bus.
So how twisted is it that I'm contemplating heading to the IMA for a swim right after work?
