I have got to find something to do. I really do.

Today wasn't so bad. Meg came and spent the afternoon with me and it was wonderful. The advantage to being home is I get to see her again. Lame that I am going to feel shitty and unable to hang out, but I know she is always there. Who knew a friendship stemmed from a homeroom full of losers would stick like it has?

This evening though, this evening, is more open than a....really open thing. I have to do something. Unpack is always my back up task, but I hate unpacking. I would rather do something else. What i don't know, because if I did I would be doing it. I want to paint. I have a vicious need to paint but I am faced with the question that has been with me since I was a wee babe: What to paint?

oh here is a good thing. I just looked up the word of the day on Merriam-Webster and this is what it said:
Popinjay - a strutting, supercilious person.

That's fantastic. Lets use it in a sentence.

Daniel is such a popinjay when he wears skinny jeans.

That was fun.

After tomorrow/this weekend, I will have something to do, hallelujah. I am going to get down to some serious costume making, and I am going to conquer my fear of the sewing machine and sewing my fingers and I am going to be like Betsy Ross minus a flag plus Sweeney Todd. And better hair. For now at least.

Oh hair. I am back to it again. I have been thinking about it all day. I saw Beyonce sing the song Halo to a little girl with wispy hair due to cancer on Ellen today and all my ok-ness with losing my hair that i developed over the past 24 hours ran away. It ran away screaming. It actually might have taken a jet pack away, I'm not sure, it all happened so quickly.
One the plus side Meg did agree to help me play with mine before it skee-daddles. We will see what I look like with black hair.....

Right, so i have nothing witty or insightful to say. That must mean my exit is near....

oh look there it is




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