Getting ready for work. Hair's all did. Gotta look good on a Friday night. I switched shifts with Stephanie so I work late and she's first cut. That's fine for me. I'm gonna try to pick up a close if possible, too.
George is almost home.
I woke up to a thunderstorm challenging the house to a showdown. The star on the front of the house was rattling and smacking the house as the clouds shot bullets of rain at the windows. Never the less, the house won.
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