Sep
30th
Tue
30th
eh.
I caught my reflection on the side of my building coming back from lunch and noticed that my hair really needed to be brushed. I decided it was gauche to do that on the escalator and I’d wait until I was safely hidden away in my cube. Then I promptly forgot. Now it’s two and a half hours later and I still haven’t brushed my hair. Worse? I don’t care. The moral of the story is: Eh.
