Well, that's a day, a shower, some crystal wax, moisturiser, powder, blusher, contact linses, mascara, bronze eye-shadow, a cup of coffee, and whatever. But you don't need to know all that. In an unusually Dolly-esque mood, I'm trying my best to make sure no one will ever see me pre morning routine. I think the closest I ever got was the early morning arrival in Stockholm with Sean M, on our way back from... That's right, Dolly. No coffee, no shower, only a horrid night next to a guy who insisted on talking about "interesting" things. I was feeling rough, to say the least.
Last night I had a weird dream about going to pick up my last exam, and the guy working in the reception had a ponytail and kept whining about bees and bear. He was literally just standing behind the counter going "iiiiiih, beeeeeeees". It was very odd. Even more odd is that it was yet another of those dreams where I can't see things properly, as if I'm not wearing glasses or contacts and have lost all sense of direction. I need to figure out what that means.
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