I have a low-grade fever. I have no idea why. But I feel crappy and I’m fekking HOT and despite taking a lukewarm shower to cool down and prevent myself from overheating, I feel like I haven’t showered in days.
It’s also somewhere around ninety degrees outside.
Two words: Air Conditioning.
I made pizza and garlic cheese bread for dinner on Thursday. We will be eating the last of it for dinner tonight. Pizza four nights in a row? Fuck yes.
I finally got my hair cut on Friday. I had about four inches chopped off and it is now the shortest my hair has been since I was in about third grade. That was a long fekking time ago. It looks and feels weird. The jury is still out on whether or not I actually like it. I am now in even more dire need of a perm because I have barely a hint of wave left after chopping off all that was left of my curl. Which means things are FLAT. I think I will like the short better if I have some curl. But that means I need to get my ass out of the house to go see my mom and have her perm my hair for me. So…by the time I get around to that I’ll probably need another hair cut.
Bob says the new cut is cute. So I’m not arguing.
Season 10 of Red Vs Blue starts tomorrow. I am stupidly excited.
I may or may not have painted my toes red and blue.
(Spoiler alert: I totally did.)
And now the headache I tried to sleep off earlier is making a triumphant return.
Because obviously.
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