I need a gorram hair cut in the worst way. And I think I'm gonna dip into my pathetic savings account and just get one. My wonderful mother in law cuts it most of the time, but I'd feel hugely guilty to ask that of her right now. And I'd have to give up an evening of sewing and cooking in order to do it. So fug it. Haircut for me. Even though the conveniently close salon refuses to make it dykey enough for my liking.
My beloved boy grommeted things for me last night while I cooked, so progress was made!
And my fandom girlfriend is coming to see me! And even though she probably is under the impression that she gets to, like, do the job they are sending her here to do, and possibly see other friends as well, she is mistaken! She's all mine, and none of you can have her!
OK, that's not true. She'd never stand for it. You can have her for a little while. I guess.