I take long showers, but sometimes I'm amazed at how long they are. I don't feel as though they are long because at some point it just becomes boring, you know? And yet I went out to the bedroom to check the time: It was 11:26, just before Garbage was going to be on Kimmel, and I wanted to see that. I'm glad I caught the band's performance, but I didn't think I was doomscrolling and in the shower that long ... and then I remembered that I say that to myself a lot.
And then I still have to trim my nails. I need to do that all before midnight because you should be cutting them on Wednesdays because it's bad luck. But I was sticking around to see the monologue on After Midnight. I thought I still had time to cut my nails, but like with showering, I consistently underestimate the time I take to do them. I thought I had time to do my nails, hands and feet, before midnight. But I don't know. See, I got done with my toenails, went to the bedroom and started filing while looking at the commercials. I then realized I should take a look at my phone to see if I made it before the midnight deadline, and it said 12:02. Shit. I regret that I didn't immediately look at my phone once I made it to my bedroom. Actually, I should've brought my cellphone with me to the bathroom to check the time as I was trimming my nails. Now, I'm trying to backdate how much ad time I saw once I got into the bathroom, then thinking how many seconds I took in the bathroom between finishing my nail cutting and getting to my bedroom, and even though I don't really know, I think I crossed midnight and I was still cutting them, goddammit.
Now, I'll be damned with bad luck, and all because I couldn't get my ass going in time. Hate myself right now.
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