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[railwaymadness]

Got into a fight with the bedroom ceiling this morning. Two knuckles of right hand all torn to crap and band-aided up. There is significant risk that incidents like this are training me, pavlov-style, that no matter how terrible I discover my outfit is when I look in the mirror, I absolutely must not try to change it.

Comments

[vicar]

That's one heck of a way to wake up. I suggest putting the mattress less close to the ceiling or stop floating without coffee.

[railwaymadness]

I am on the crowded, low-ceiling side of the bed. Which in some ways is fine because I am v. short. But goddamn it, ouch!

[baronsamdi]

Yet another argument for the Work Uniform.

[railwaymadness]

I really need to ramp up my efforts in this department.

[peregrin8]

No mirrors before coffee.

[railwaymadness]

I use my morning tea as a bribe to get myself to go to work. If I had caffeine before leaving the house, it is all too likely I would just go somewhere else instead. Then I end up homeless under a bridge and it all goes pear-shaped.

So perhaps this means I should eliminate all mirrors from my life.

[peregrin8]

Oh... I should probably use that strategy. When I am sitting down at my table with my cup of hot speed, that is often when the "WAAH, why do I have to have a job?!" sets in.

[translucent_eye]

were you trying to avoid punching Colin?