It's raining, which should not surprise me at this point. I love the rain, how it makes everything so cozy, how I get to wear my super cool rain boots and how perhaps it will clean the outside of my windows. Dave really needed a hair cut but refused to go somewhere he would have to pay, so I figured, I can probably do this. I am still not sure why he let me cut his hair as I thoroughly explained that I had only ever cut curly hair and only owned safety scissors. Luckily, youtube has a video tutorial for everything and after watching several of these I felt confident enough to cut my son's hair (there were no videos about adult hair cuting). The hair cut went well (I was shocked), it was the clean up where I started to have problems. In an attempt to not go all the way down to the ground floor to shake out my now very hairy towels, I opened my window as far as it would go, which is not far due to safety reasons. I shoved the towel out the window and shook furiously. It wasn't till the next day that I realized all the hair I had shaken off the towel was now stuck to the outside of my windows. My spectacular view of London is now completely covered with Dave's hair. Creepy hairy London.
It is also much easier to be sick when it's raining, I don't feel as much that I should be outside being a real person. I am perfectly content hibernating in my bed with a hot water bottle and all of my text books. My bed is a bit small for this many text books, and leaves me curled awkwardly in the corner to make room. I am still to ill to do much outside of bed, which is terribly frustrating when it is not raining. I am desperately ready to be a real person again, someone who can walk themselves to the market and not worry about passing out in front of the cereals.
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