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living with myself

 This morning i got out of the shower and there was no bath towel..........



If I'm anything, I'm methodical with workday morning routine.  I always hang up my wet towel so it dries for the next day.  I'm not one of those freaks that needs a new towel every day.  My body is clean when I use it, what does throwing it into a washing machine do to improve it?  By the end of the week (yes, an ENTIRE WEEK of one bathtowel) I wash it because I figure it's time to refresh.

I do what I want.

But this morning.......no towel.

My first thought is....who moved my towel?

My second thought is........that's crazy, no one moved it.

But I have no idea where it is.

I glance suspiciously around the apartment, just in case someone has broken in to steal my towel.

No one.

Oh well.  I go get a new one in the closet, now dripping water all over the floor.  I've already moved on to the next phase of morning routine.

After lotion, deodorant, towel dry hair (special towel for hair, I'm not an animal) I move to my closet to see what today's coverings will be.

There's my missing towel.  In the clothes basket.  wtf?

I have no idea when or why I put it there, but it's pretty obvious I did it.  

Is this the beginning of crazy?  It's a small thing, but you know.......lots of small things add up to big things.

It appears I no longer live alone.  I'm living with myself.  



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