I admired myself in the mirror for a moment - I always do - and then I grabbed my blindfold and ear plugs and carried them to my special table. You se..., I have a table that a once-boyfriend helped me 'modify'. It looks shoddy, but I guess that's because it kind of is. But, scattered around it's battered-looking frame are more attachment points than I can usually find a use for, and some handy storage spots. That table has been my favorite piece of furniture for quite some time. Recently I had. I hadn’t shaved at all since the accident. I hadn’t owned a razor of any kind since that day. I did own a set of barber’s electric clippers to keep my head and beard mostly free of hair.The flash of that image of a shaving mug, a Schick single edge razor, and a tooth brush spread out carefully on a raw two by four filled my mind. The image was also included a large broken piece of sheet glass mirror leaning against the vinyl wall of the circus tent. I made the image in my mind real. I lit. Actually my parents sent me they thought the studies are better and they were right but any ways once I went their we started looking for some good hostels (children study there and live there sleep there and everything) well we found one. I really liked it well maybe not at first.Later on my parents had to leave for Dubai. so they dropped me off at school and told me that I would have to go to my uncles house during the vacations. My uncle wasn’t really an uncle he was just my dad’s good. The croissants were my biggest worry. I couldn’t work the dough myself and it’s hard to explain a tactile measurement. Still, Melissa was becoming a pretty competent cook in her own right.I looked in the backyard. Late yesterday the yard crew that did my maintenance came over after finishing their normal schedule and tore up strips for flower beds and put down mulch. The owner of the crew had been happy to do it on short notice after I told him it was to keep the bees away from my neighbor..