bad hair day
I took my flex (half)day yesterday, even though I could've worked a full day and racked up some more comp time. Since I had extra prep time and my hair's getting long (read: big), I decided to pull out some of the anti-frizzy serum and actually try to style my hair. I ended up quasi-parting it; Chris thought it was hilarious because it made me look like a schoolboy. Zeke liked the smell of it. Well, I don't know if he actually liked it, but he sure spent a lot of time with his nose buried in my hair. Max didn't really care as long as I rubbed his belly forever.
Today...I don't give a rat's ass if my hair makes me look like an extra on Good Times. I feel like such a failure at everything and I really really really didn't want to come to work today. But here I am, researching and answering questions about shit that isn't actually under my authority while attempting to block the world out and blow out my ear drums with one fell swoop.
I should be good and make myself a sandwich for lunch. But I just don't feel like it (being good or eating a sandwich).
in my lover's arms i wait til morning
i beg my god to speak
and tear me apart
Today...I don't give a rat's ass if my hair makes me look like an extra on Good Times. I feel like such a failure at everything and I really really really didn't want to come to work today. But here I am, researching and answering questions about shit that isn't actually under my authority while attempting to block the world out and blow out my ear drums with one fell swoop.
I should be good and make myself a sandwich for lunch. But I just don't feel like it (being good or eating a sandwich).
in my lover's arms i wait til morning
i beg my god to speak
and tear me apart