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Am I actually sleepy, or just need to rest my eyes? I feel more mentally alert that I did five hours ago.
This time of year, fuck it with a chainsaw. Not gently.
Every Sunday, I stare wistfully at the weather forecast for the next week. Every Sunday, I sigh despondently and go buzz my head again. Scalp isn't that happy with the weekly abuse, but I know it's my only hope of staving off sunstroke. Having hair means barricading myself in the bedroom with the AC, or getting painfully sick. Sometimes both, wheee.
It's an itchy, imperfect process, but it is nice to emerge from the bath and feel reborn and badass, every Sunday.
I'm trying to give myself a break, about how deep that hibernation was and how feeble I still feel. Need to broach that in a longer entry, though.
I should try to sleep. Coyote's waking me for breakfast who-knows-how-soon. He's so awesome. What he's still doing with a slug like me, I'm as mystified as the harpies who would descend by the dozens if we did split up.
Guess I'm just super lucky. :)
This time of year, fuck it with a chainsaw. Not gently.
Every Sunday, I stare wistfully at the weather forecast for the next week. Every Sunday, I sigh despondently and go buzz my head again. Scalp isn't that happy with the weekly abuse, but I know it's my only hope of staving off sunstroke. Having hair means barricading myself in the bedroom with the AC, or getting painfully sick. Sometimes both, wheee.
It's an itchy, imperfect process, but it is nice to emerge from the bath and feel reborn and badass, every Sunday.
I'm trying to give myself a break, about how deep that hibernation was and how feeble I still feel. Need to broach that in a longer entry, though.
I should try to sleep. Coyote's waking me for breakfast who-knows-how-soon. He's so awesome. What he's still doing with a slug like me, I'm as mystified as the harpies who would descend by the dozens if we did split up.
Guess I'm just super lucky. :)