Yesterday I collapsed for the day really early. I had only 2 hours of sleep on Sunday night, and then I did 80 minutes on the elliptical. That combo induces collapse. Head hits pillow, and then I was unconscious for the next eight hours. I need to remember that in the future.
Last week I had a dream about Richard M a r x. I saw him on the street, and I was about to go up to him, and then a prostitute came up to him and they went off together. Odd dream since I am not a fan of his in general.
I need to cut my daughter's hair. Her spiral curls can be utterly adorable (think Cindy Brady pigtails), but most of the time her hair is like a bushy Afro. It's just so darn...big. She got her first haircut in January of 2010. I had told the lady back then to cut some off the top and then some off the front. She said, "You mean, like a mullet?" Eh no, but I guess that's how it does sound. I just want to ... tame it. I've never had curly hair. Even when I purposefully curl it, mine only stays curled for about 10 minutes and is back to straight. In theory curly hair sounds cute, but now that I style it every day, I know it's a pain in the butt. I need someone to do something to her hair. And of course she won't let anyone touch her hair. So that will be a Xanax worthy event whenever I get up the courage.
Delusional vegan is at it again.
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