what goes on in your mind?
So I renewed my Flickr account again recently, which I have scantly touched since California. One of the changes this new year should be to take advantage of it more often. Now that I have a car, I really should be bringing my camera wherever I go and snapping a photo or two when the mood arises. The evening sky was very pretty tonight, but YOU'LL never know.
Traffic home was particularly bad this evening. I was stuck behind some guy on the parkway, inching up while watching him possibly yelling at his female companion. He was gesticulating with his arms wildly at times. I suppose this, coupled with the fact I was really tired made me think I was further away from him than I was, because I tapped his bumper with mine. Very lightly, but enough for him to stop what he was doing and look at me. I waved the 'my bad!' signal and he kept on with whatever he was doing before. Oops.
That's what I get for falling asleep early for the second night in a row, waking in the middle of the night, exercising (!), then falling asleep way too late to matter. Somehow I slept through almost an hour and a half of bad radio music and got up about 20 minutes before I was supposed to get out the door. The fact I'm up now Is A Good Thing.
On a purely aesthetical note.. I wonder if it's time to finally grow my hair long again. At some point, I think I felt I'd outgrown it, or maybe felt I'd look/feel/be more mature with it short, but I'm not sure if I care about it anymore. I have nice hair, and have always liked it. It's just a matter of getting through that middle stage when it's unmanageable and all over the place and no longer fits comfortably under a hat. I wouldn't mind it looking like this again. (minus the roots) That was 1998. I wonder if I can still pull it off.
Traffic home was particularly bad this evening. I was stuck behind some guy on the parkway, inching up while watching him possibly yelling at his female companion. He was gesticulating with his arms wildly at times. I suppose this, coupled with the fact I was really tired made me think I was further away from him than I was, because I tapped his bumper with mine. Very lightly, but enough for him to stop what he was doing and look at me. I waved the 'my bad!' signal and he kept on with whatever he was doing before. Oops.
That's what I get for falling asleep early for the second night in a row, waking in the middle of the night, exercising (!), then falling asleep way too late to matter. Somehow I slept through almost an hour and a half of bad radio music and got up about 20 minutes before I was supposed to get out the door. The fact I'm up now Is A Good Thing.
On a purely aesthetical note.. I wonder if it's time to finally grow my hair long again. At some point, I think I felt I'd outgrown it, or maybe felt I'd look/feel/be more mature with it short, but I'm not sure if I care about it anymore. I have nice hair, and have always liked it. It's just a matter of getting through that middle stage when it's unmanageable and all over the place and no longer fits comfortably under a hat. I wouldn't mind it looking like this again. (minus the roots) That was 1998. I wonder if I can still pull it off.
