She said I did an impressive job and must be a natural. That appeased me enough to do more chaotic things to my hair in the coming months...with solid plans for a major experiment/shakeup in April.
It'll grow back.
Pt. II / Found notes I apparently made after a particularly vivid early morning dream yesterday. Deciphering my messy, sleep-laden handwriting, it says:
had a dream I was trying to hang out w/ multiple groups of friend in various centuries @ the same time. (1800s, present) ended up ditching everyone to join a pop-dance-blues band & sing in a gay bar. let everyone down, but had so much fun!There are a lot more details that I can remember, like the fact that I was apparently Joan of Arc at one point.... But the whole thing started when I dream-texted a friend, asking if she'd want to go to Newbury Comics with me -- which I actually did upon waking up. (Note: You can tell you're sending too many text messages when you start to do it in your sleep.)
Pt. III / One evening this past week, I had to scrape some ice/snow off my car before heading out from work. Didn't think much of the whole process, besides how cold my hands were, but I was on my way in about 10 minutes. While checking into the hotel where I stay during the week, I looked down at my right hand and noticed it was covered with blood. Odd. But again, didn't think much of it. ...Until I got into my room and looked in the mirror. My face was covered with blood, too.
I told my parents this story and told them that I probably blacked out during the drive to the hotel, and pulled off to the side of the road and killed someone before continuing on my way. They thought this was hil-ar-i-ous -- my mom was laughing so hard she was crying. They also thought it was more likely that it was so cold that my skin froze and then split open when I bent my fingers.
Gross.
So much more to write, so much....
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