I’m a narcissistic pig.

I have a 7-day workweek (one double shift included), so I snuck out of the office this morning to get my dreads retightened. I was starting to look like a derelict… lack of time means lack of motivation to take care of my usually grossly vain self. It took 3 hours, but it was time well spent. Andrew (my Cosmetological Knight in Shining Armor) is so unbelievably fun to talk to… and he’s a genius with dread maintenance. He put in a handful of pink, purple and fuchsia synth dreads in… I am a happy girl.

I still need to finish my commentary on the DuQuette seminar. Lordy, I love that man.

On a bad note, chaos reigns supreme at the office, the USPS is up to it’s old tricks, and my garden looks like someone took a spray bottle of boric acid to it.

I need to get back to returning emails. Enough lollygagging.