Aries Moon

Work was mostly amusing today. I spent oodles of time researching Australian and Southeast Asian tours, which was fun, and I booked lots of corporate travel, which had the virtue of being quick. But I had to do a lot of tedious, time-consuming back office stuff because Butch was out of the office again, and that always turns me into a zombie. In between entering figures for ticket exchanges and adjusting figures for credit memos I nearly fell asleep. I drank a cup of tea at four which might not be a big deal to you but was a profligate act of decadence for insomnia-prone me. I'm glad I took the precautionary step, though, because shortly thereafter everyone and their brother called with frantic requests for trips to Houston. I was booking flights right up until I had to leave for the train. I ran like hell down the street as it pulled into the station. My dedication is boundless, god wot.

I was particularly anxious to make my train because I had had a fit of Hair Frenzy in the middle of the day. I haven't really been pleased with my haircolor for months, and the last time I tried to fix it I just made it worse. Every day this week someone said, "Are you ill?" or "You look so tired," and I had to say no, it was just the dark hair making my skin look sallow. When Ruth asked me at lunch if I felt well I gritted my teeth, politely said I felt fine, and called Masako for an appointment. Luckily, she had one for tonight. I spent an hour and a half after work having the dreadful, lank, matte dark color stripped out and a wonderful cinnamon brown color applied with slightly lighter streaks in it to give it some depth. Oh, man, do I look like a million bucks. Actually, I look like a hundred bucks, 'cause that's what I paid to have someone fix my bad L'Oreal encounter. It was worth it. I look well again, and she cut my bangs, too. It's not a cure for cancer, and it doesn't feed any starving children in India, but life is so much better when I have a good cut and color, and I really mean that. Wendy, you're doing the right thing.

Tomorrow after work I head south for a little sun and fun. No updates from Palm Desert this weekend. If I'm especially lucky I'll spot some aging movie star, or snag some amazing buy at the Palm Springs Flea Market, and have a story to tell. Or perhaps I'll just sleep a lot, eat healthy meals, and work on my parents' computer. Ciao.


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