Just placed my order for my fall/winter clothes. I didn't order too many because my mom is sending me out a box since I'm now down to the size she was at last winter. I'm not sure of all that's in the box, but I do know she's sending me out her really nice long wool winter coat (one of those classicly styled ones that go to mid-calf and cost big bucks to buy new) and a bunch of pants and shirts.

What I got online just now are a few mock turtlenecks, longsleeved crewnecked shirts, a couple of cheap sweatshirts ($8 each) and some bras. Only spent $80--not too bad! (Mom and sis told me that my Playtex ones I just bought at the store last week make my boobs too pointy--I just thought they make the b-cups look a bit bigger, but not pointy! They also told me my now-curly [since my surgery and coloring] hair needs an updated haircut. It's too old-looking in my standard cut.)

I've never been one to be dramatic about haircuts; I am generally of the "it's hair, it grows" camp, but I just got my hair cut and I hate it so much I kind of want to go hide in a dark corner where I don't have to look at anyone for the next six months.

Fruit: blueberries with my yogurt, and I'm about to see if the peach I've got is still good.

Math: have you met me? No. I avoid math, thanks.

Oh my god I just shed actual tears over this haircut. People everywhere are dealing with actual legitimate issues and here I am weeping over hair. I feel like I have just regressed in age ten years or something.

ita! Tell your anti-doodling boss that people who doodle learn faster.

A tiny story told in Freecycle posts from the same person:

Offer: Small cat carrier

Wanted: Large cat carrier

Well, I think I finished the edit on my brother's article. I hate doing edits on subjects I don't know at ALL (like medicine), because I'm afraid I'll miss something important, or cut something important, or whatever.

I feel really bad for him, because his life is entirely crazy right now, and this chapter is grossly overdue, and I'm pretty sure you don't get paid for that stuff, it's just status.

And now I'm not going to watch Sarah Connor Chronicles tonight, which means I get to spend hours working through the VividCon dvd set. Woot!

I no longer have an anti-doodling boss. I have a boss who raises his eyebrows at what I draw, but he hasn't told me to stop.

Yikes. The voicemail I was avoiding was not the voicemail I thought I was avoiding. I checked my missed calls log, and all the numbers were personal numbers. So no rush. Except it was a automatically sent voicemail from the president, mentioning amongst other things, our pledge to reply to voicemail and emails within 24 hours. And I left it lying there for days.

And the whole changing my outgoing voice message thing--more and more people are doing it. I don't think I can be cutesy and shirk it anymore. I need to compose something brief.

Zuisa, I felt the same on my last haircut! You not only feel sad, but then you feel shallow for feeling sad. It's a vicious cycle, and I suggest doing something which breaks the cycle, like going to a fabulous movie.

Do something with makeup or clothes, zuisa! Honestly, probably most people you don't know won't notice a thing, and to people you do know there might be a disconnect and then you'll just start looking like you again.

I really need to get my hair cut. It's not a Nivea-level issue, but it has gone too long. Weeks overdue.