I tend to cycle between periods of getting up at the same time every morning and periods of sleeping until 12 if I don't set an alarm. And periods like this where I'm sleeping from about 6-9 in the morning because it's 80 degrees and humid in my apartment and that's the only time when it gets cool enough to sleep. (I think the lack of cooling is a building-wide problem. No cold water, either. I've been taking showers by turning the cold water tap all the way on and showering in warm water.)

Blergh. More Matilda fussaboo dead-of-nightness. I no longer have any idea what my internal clock wants to or can do, it's been turned upside down and shaken too hard too many times.

Also, I don't get my new hair, at all. Spent 15 minutes wrestling with product this morning and was late to work. What I really want is a spray bottle of insta-glam so I can spritz my head and walk away, giving myself valuable extra seconds for happy funtime activities like, say, eating. Which hasn't happened yet this morning.

Gooooooood morning.

I'm restless. I need to go visit peeps. I will likely be in Eugene, OR, sometime in the next few months (as an aside, please to be sending health~ma to my Grandpa up there. He is in hospital with pneumonia. This worries me). I wish I had 2 weeks off and a touring bike so I could go up to Eugene, and then up to Seattle, and then down to Portland. This sounds like a very good vacation to me.

I actually made it out of bed in time to take my morning run today, albeit 10 minutes late. This is better than yesterday and Monday, where I slept right through my first, second, and back-up alarm.

I'll teach you how to do your hair in two minutes tonight, honey.

~ma for your grandpa, juliana.

I'm supposed to go see my hairdresser after work today. I'm not sure whether that will happen, since we set the date Saturday and I know she's probably had lots of stuff going on since then and she may forget.

I need to get over there though because in addition to needing my hair trimed and retouched, it's upstairs from where the Acid Cowgirl chick works.

I'm cutting my hair this weekend. Thick curly hair and 100-degree heat do not make Connie a happy woman. Sorry, I have no digital camera.

Totally agree that the term "bright" for atheists is twitch inducing.

Damn it!

Spent 15 minutes wrestling with product this morning and was late to work. What I really want is a spray bottle of insta-glam so I can spritz my head and walk away, giving myself valuable extra seconds for happy funtime activities like, say, eating. Which hasn't happened yet this morning.

Hec can train you, and I will say the key is use just enough product, not wash it every day, and just reactivate with water in the morning.

I think Jilli should be the boss of us and we should make her a little plaque that says, "Boss of Us."

Hee! If I were Boss of Everyone, there would be scheduled naptime for everyone.

We could put little sparklies on it.

It would match my shoes! My pink sparkly peep-toe flats!

Hee! If I were Boss of Everyone, there would be scheduled naptime for everyone.

That settles it for me.