There was a time when I didn't care about removing makeup before going to bed and I'd wake up with mascara and kohl smeared across my eyes and somehow I didn't seem to care.
Such contrast to what I am now!
I came back home pretty tight that is to say drunk after a night out at an izakaya and though I'd had only two highballs it was enough, not that I couldn't walk a steady line but I was aware that I was kind of high and the first thing I did after taking the dogs out for their nighttime wee was slather my mug with cleansing oil followed by a good wash because no matter how comatose I come back home these days I never forget to take off my war paint.
I wonder what stringent acts I'll add to my repertoire.
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