I turned in early last night hoping that the reason I was feeling so fatigued yesterday was a lack of sleep. 7pm to 7:20am -- if that doesn't catch me up on lost sleep... well, what will? Apparently it did not work because I am as tired as ever this morning.

I realized I haven't talked about the God-awful state my hair is in currently.

Yep, went for a haircut last Friday:
1) Never had a haircut take damn near 2 hours before.
2) Never been on the verge of crying after a haircut before this.

My head looks like a mullet!

Ok, so I am exagerating. But not by much.

Good thing it is still long-ish (it is layered so much that half of it is long and half of it seems about shoulder length -- trust me, it's bad) but at least I can still tie it up. So I just need to run around a few months with tied up hair.

Conversation had with my mother after the haircut:

Me: It looks so bad!

Mom: Yeah, the first time I went there, my hair also turned out pretty bad but after I told her exactly what I wanted, she was very good. You have to be very specific with her.

Me: . . . . . And you're telling me this now? After she butchered my hair?

Talking with my mother is still as frustrating today as it was 6 years ago.