I've Done It

Yes, I've gone and done it. Got my hair cut short again. Not super short, but shorter than I've had it for some time, and it feels .... ahhhh .... good. No more frizzy wavy bounce of Buster Brown hair hanging there. Ray, who cuts my hair, just grabbed the back and took it off. (And then spent considerable time shaping it.)

So far, so good. It's anybody's guess what tomorrow morning will bring. And of course, I am itchy from all that cutting, but that passes too, no?

My sinus headache is no better but no worse, which means I can live with it. In general, I've been feeling pretty good lately, other than the eternal tired.

Work is just so strange. It's not that the SCM and I aren't speaking to each other, it's that we have so little to say. I came in this morning to see another little list of dates he won't be there. One of which is a day I already told him that I won't be there, so I guess the library just drifts that day. He's leaving, but I still have to make it work, you know? Anyway, my sister says this is why I'm going to a therapist, to help me deal with crap like this. And it is. I wish he were just gone, now, and I could move on.

Heroes is on tonight, which I'm starting to wish they made Cliff's Notes for, because there's so much going on that as soon as each episode ends, I'm not sure what I saw or didn't see. I do hope there's a good season of Lost coming up, whenever that is.

Well, that'll do me for now. I got all my rant out yesterday, but I make no promises for Wednesday.

WATCHING L/O :: ENTRY #1873
READING: Dear Senator by Essie Mae Washington-Williams