Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

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The shower this morning was wickedly cold. Someone had left a showerhead just running, wasting all the hot water in the entire building. I stood in the cold, shivering like an ice monkey and wishing that humanity wasn't so stupid.
At a certain point, I turned off the water and just stood there in the draft from the fan, letting water evaporate off of me. I was hoping that when I turned the water back on, it would feel warm in comparison. I was wrong.

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