The other day I awoke from my prolonged slumber, as usual my hair was a tangled mess, as sleep is of course one of the most violent and turbulent conditions of all. I walked through the hallway and into the bathroom, where I grabbed a brush and prepared to turn that tangled heap into my usual, fairly neat hairstyle. After no more than a single brush stroke, I noticed something; two thick locks of hair were draping down across my forehead to form a perfect 'X'.
I took it as a sign.
3 WEEKS BIATCH!
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