Some days, you just don’t have much to say.
This morning, I got up early and went to HEAT class. I got home at 7:15 AM to only to remember that my morning meeting had been cancelled, leaving me with a couple of hours to kill before work.
I’ve been sitting here for 90 minutes now, dinking around on the internet and trying to think of something profound to write about. But I’ve got nothin’.
So instead I’m going to ask for your assistance in making an Important Life Decision.
Namely: I have a hair appointment on Thursday.
I love having longer hair and I think that long hair looks better on me than short hair. But this shit is becoming kind of a pain in the ass lately. Even though I usually only deal with washing/blowdrying it every couple of days, it’s still getting on my nerves. There’s just a ton of it.
Anyway, a couple of years ago (I think this was summer 2009?) it was much shorter, and I actually liked it okay, although I look royally pissed about something (not my hair) in this pic:
Cut? Don’t cut? What would you do?
(And I’m not doing some half-assed midway just-below-the-shoulders cut. On principle. It’s either getting trimmed or getting chopped!)
I’ve been stressing about this all week. You can understand why it’s difficult to focus on anything else.
I think I need a beer.
Maybe I can blog about that tomorrow.