Yikes Spidra. That would wake you up. and fizz your brains!

T!C, I don't know what time dad's surgery was scheduled for. Only that it was scheduled for this morning. I wouldn't worry about it at all but there's always that sliver of possibility that someone doesn't wake up from anesthesia or some freak mistake. Small percentage but I always acknowledge it by resigning myself to worry just a bit.

I fully subscribe to the worry-it-away school of waiting, so I understand. I hope everything goes okay for him, and that you get to know that, really soon.

::shudders at the thought of a raw Airborne::

It looks like we might get snow while in Yosemite. So much for the "we'll take our bicycles!" plan.

Or try popping an Airborne tablet in your mouth.

I did this once. Before I realized they weren't chewables.

ION, I have a new v. short haircut, and if I can motivate myself to upload pictures, all y'all can see it.

Get motivated.

Did you do anything different with your hair, Sparky? (not that you aren't perfectly pretty already)

Timlies, ya'll. Life looks better on the other side of spring break, let me tell you. DC was lots of fun (especially the drag king night! maybe meara will tell you what they do to newbies) and Dallas was flat. I ate lots and lots of really good food and slept and read all the time.

Yay.

Yay, SA! I'm glad you had a good time.

How many days till graduation?

Did you do anything different with your hair, Sparky? (not that you aren't perfectly pretty already)

Sorry to disappoint you, Hec, but not really. I always tell her to leave it long enough for me to pull it back off my face, since I like it that way for exercise, hiking, etc. And I am lazy, so I want the ponytail default for days when I just don't feel like doing anything to it.

That reminds me. Two friends are hijacking me to their favorite stylist for a makeover on Good Friday. Honestly, I'd love to be on one o those makeover shows except for the fact that I couldn't give them complete control. I just couldn't. But I'm tired of my shlubbiness. It's not that I have no taste. I have pretty damned good taste, actually. It's years of working jobs that pay pretty badly, taking care of a disability that health insurance doesn't really cover, and gaining weight from 2 years of solid stress. No money and weight gain means not much fits me anymore and I don't have money to buy things that do. Living on a construction site means I haven't been able to sew anything for myself for 2 years, either.

Anyway, it's very nice of my friends to take me to their stylist and it should be fun. Even if I don't like it, it'll grow out.

You know...I don't do anything anymore. I'm tempted to buy an orange jumpsuit and some hand weights and totally embrace the penal experience my day-to-day is beginning to resemble. Except for the tribal rite that my ear just got, of course.