51 days now, more than halfway there! halfway to salad and sushi, and being in big crowds again. on july 2nd, i will again be a free woman.

so anyways, i don't mind running an errand for my boss, who's been great to me. and i'm a hairdresser, so i really have no fear or revulsion concerning hair. but when the two collide, apparently, my mind can not handle it. since my house is kind of near the post office, my boss asked me to mail the locks of love donations on my way home. i said yes, and took the manila envelope with me after work. i was also very hungry, so i stopped in pinocchio's for a slice on my way. i set the envelope on the counter as i got my pizza and paid, all of a sudden very paranoid that someone would take it, and the children would not have their wigs, all because i was too much of a pig to wait til i got home to eat. but no one stole the hair, thank goodness, and it sat there staring at me while i ate. and all of a sudden, how weird it was to be carrying a giant envelope full of hair dawned on me, as though i had an actual severed head in the envelope. it was sufficiently creepy that i made it to the post office in record time to get it sent off to the children.

yes, i know, it's hard to believe that someone so weird exists in the world. yet it is my world, and a beautiful one where i eat fig newtons for dinner if i want to. (that was yesterday.) anyways, that's how it is.e-mail me   ¶ 2:52 PM