"Get ready to run, we have twenty five minutes!
.... fifteen minutes?
....five minutes!
.... six H minutes?"

Dreading work tonight. Thank doodness, it's my Friday, so although I will be beyond beat at the end of the day, I get to sleep for two days straight, should I choose.

I truly need a haircut, but it's not in the budget until at least next payday, if not later. What do you get when you start with a pixie haircut and let it grow for four months?

One helluva mullet.

I have been trying different ways to keep my hair pulled back from my face and off of my neck, including idiotic ponytails (what's the difference between a pigtail and a ponytail, anyway? Inquiring minds want to know.), several small hair clips, and barrettes. The longer it becomes, the more I'm beginning to look like a crazy cat lady.

I've been reading posts, but haven't felt intelligent enough to respond properly lately.