Flooded a toilet last night. Loved the feeling of turning to the sink to wash my hands and having toilet water erupt onto my feet. Yep, it's time to move.
Also, I don't know why I even give any thought to what I'll wear to work, because by 9:30, I'm inevitably swathed in a blanket of Pashmina with hardly my fingers exposed to type. It's an odd 70 degrees outside and about 45 in here.
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