My Hair

Combing my hair in the mirror, I felt good about having long hair for the first time in years. My hair hasn't been this long since the 90s. It has a rather girlish look and bouncy feel about it, and, yeah, I kind of like it. Funny, as fate would have it, I am now ready to coordinate with Pop about time and money for me to get my annual haircut. I don't have a lot of qualms about going through with it. I still hate shedding hair everywhere, and I love how much easier it is to manage short hair. At this rate, without a haircut, I would need to start showering every day in order to keep from walking around with a greasy mop on my head.

Home Life

Shit, I haven't picked up Dean's "Blind Ambition" since this morning, and it's almost eight in the evening. I guess I was lost in my chess and in putting together the grocery list. My psyche was also probably a little clogged up with the family drama when Pop and I got in a little heated argument this morning, nothing serious, a tiff over the misfunction of the washing machine (about how he, Mr. Perfect, never does anything wrong, while I am apparently a slobbering idiot and perpetual fuck-up), but it's never good when voices are raised, considering the power imbalances, with him having the money, with me having the education. It can feel like I am confronting a little kid playing with a loaded gun.

Sugar

Ah, Sugar! Someone was asking her if she was going to be around, and Sugar tweeted her regrets, "Unfortunately, I am en route to Tokyo." The life of the upper-middle-class! I'm sure it must be nice. All I do is hump my bedding all day. She and Greg are vacationing there this year, instead of doing a road trip, I guess. She loved Japan when she was there covering a curling event last year. I wouldn't be surprised if this starts a trend. Instead of driving around Canada and the northern United States, she might well prefer to vacation around the world, before she gets much older.