I had to walk through several casinos (or maybe just one large one) to get to my destination. It probably says something about me that I would rather play Pokemon Go than have anything to do with a casino. It was like being back in the dark ages -- they allow smoking inside. Yuck. My eyes were burning, and my hair and clothes stunk.
On the way back, some young woman gave me a free sample of some face lotion. She asked what I use and then suggested something for the bags under my eyes. Just a thought, maybe don't insult me if you're trying to sell me something. My skin is so dry here. What I typically use to moisturize is 80% humidity instead of living in a fkn desert. I also try sleeping more to diminish the bags under my eyes. Bitch. Come talk to me when you're not twenty anymore. I didn't say any of that though. I smiled and said thank you for the sample and no thank you to injecting poison into my face.
So glad to be going home soon. I thought the one upside of dry air would be non-frizzy hair. Nope. My hair was still a riotous explosion.
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