It's raining out. I can see a block of grey sky though the sliding door and the tree branches, and I hear the tires zipping through water on the road. Wednesday is my day to go down to the city, and I am so not into it. My umbrella is broken, trashed by a windy storm last month, and it's not even my umbrella, but borrowed from Angie Cruz, Kung fu
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I will copy this onto a post it note and put it on my bathroom mirror. Its a good reminder.
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