Because Tavie yelled at me

Here is a picture of me all bald and shit.

You know that thing...

...that you say when you really hate your hair? "I just want to shave my head and start from scratch."

Funny story....

I'm not sure how it happened, I was trimming my hair with my hair clippers and I cut it shorter than I wanted it, normally what happens is that I go and sulk about it. But this time, a thought drifted across my mind: this might the only chance I have to shave my head.

So, yeah, I shaved my head. It feels weird and Jocelyn is beside herself. She keeps making her little chirping sound of recognition then going into the next room and meowing. Maudry doesn't seem to care one way or another. She's at the foot of the bed now waiting for the lights to go out so she can lean against me. I feel bad for Ms Joss, I'm thinking of getting a wig to placate her.

My friends are going to think I've snapped, I'll bet.

I need to buy a hat.

Do this now!

Go see Shaun of the Dead. I've seen twice, and can't wait to see it again.

I love it. I want to marry it. I want to curl up to it, night after night in our warm bed until we grow old and die.

And become Zombies together.

Sigh!

tired

I worked out today for ther first time in ages. I'm sleepy and want to take a nap but I don't think I should. I'd like to finish the curtains today; I'm so tired should I be trusted with a quickly thrusting needle? And what about using the sewing machine? Right?

I think I will pull out my contacts and take a little nap.

Come on over -- be my nap buddy.