Sunday, February 8

One pair of dull scissors, four disposable razors, and approximately half an orange-striped can of generic shaving cream later, I step into the shower and wash off the debris. It took longer than I expected, but lacking the proper tools always slows me down no matter what my determination. It seems strange after so many months that once I turn off the water, shaking my head like a dog is soundless and only throws off a few droplets. How long did it take for that to become a characteristic gesture?