I have some renovations to do at home, so I need a lot of money. The ceiling also needs to be restored.
My bathroom is very large. I chose this apartment for this reason.
I’m a narcissist and spend a lot of time in the bathroom doing my eyebrows and applying shaving cream.
Before showering, I turn on the TV to watch the news. I turn it on.
“Good morning!!” Again? But, these guys always say good morning to me, how do I turn on the TV?
Maybe I’m paranoid.
While I’m showering, I drop the bar of soap at least 10 times. I’m exhausted just picking it up. I wash my hair gently, with the pads of my fingers.
A trickle of shampoo falls into my eyes; I quickly splash the water before they burn too much.
A good blast of warm water from the shower gun, then I grab the towel and rub it on the top. Holy crap! The power’s out.
I can’t see anything. There’s just a glimmer of light coming from the crack in the door. I managed to finish drying myself.
Then I grab the bathrobe I never use and go downstairs to plug in the electricity. But what was plugged in?
Ah! The washing machine, still on since yesterday. Time is running out, and the rush to get to the bank is fading.
I prepare to dress in elegant clothes, but I never wear a jacket and tie. Just a Gucci T-shirt and Calvin Klein pants. I move towards the closet, dragging the hems of my pants on the floor. I’m just looking for a vest to drape over my shoulders.
Ready for the appointment, I turn off the TV. I usually have breakfast at the bar, in fact that will be my next stop. I prepare to tidy up the room a bit, which is a mess.
