When you have fifteen minutes to shower and get ready. The hair is still damp, the war paint yet to go on in its entirety. The outfit is old faithful, a black suede cropped jacket which was a gift from a dear friend, black shell top that I seem to be wearing with everything, ankle cropped comfort fit denims and tan suede clogs, with a tan raw leather belt. That I slept at 3 am is evident in the sludgepool under the eyes.