It just got that way. I didn't make any effort not to shower, but I knew I was going to be so busy taking care of my parents' chores that I wouldn't have time. And that has been the case. For seven straight days, ever since I showered after dinner Friday, the last day my folks were here.
You know, one of the last things My Fucking Father told me before he left was to make sure I showered every day. Yeah, fuck that and fuck him!
I am kind of proud of this record. Then again, I wonder if people have noticed that I haven't. I wonder if I smell. Oh, well.
Hey, I might shower after this. But I think I have to mow the lawn before the game tonight. But I'm really tired, so maybe I won't do that and just go to the bar for the game. Who knows? Who cares? I'm alone and I'm free, woo-hoo!!!
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