I keep being startled...

people have such strong opinions about my hair.

It's my hair! Mine, mine! And someday, I'm going to cut all but two inches off, and get those two inches straightened and bleached platinum blonde. Y'all start getting used to the idea so you aren't too shocked when it happens, okay?

(no, I have no timeline for this. It's unlikely to happen in 2004, but some day, I'm gonna do it.)

(oh, and: sheesh.)

tuesdays

So, tuesdays.

There's two things about my tuesdays that are rather predictable: Ethan works late and I try to go to yoga in the morning. This makes for some long days. I have to get going a bit earlier so I can gather my gym stuff, walk to yoga class and arrive on time. And with Ethan not coming home 'till one or two in the morning, sometimes I forget to go to bed at anything resembling a reasonable hour.

It's a bit after eleven now, and for all that I'm bone-tired, my brain is still buzzing and I'm not sure I'll manage to get to sleep if I go to bed. There's something about having a warm sleepy sweetie in bed that makes sleep so much easier.

( yoga )

( gardening )

( cabaret )