I am feeling far too stressed out and panicky for NO GOOD REASON to write an actual entry at the moment. I will let you know that the 'hawk is no more. I had been wearing a hat all day on Saturday, and then when I went out Saturday night, the prospect of coaxing all that matted-down hat-hawk hair into still points was too much for me. I buzzed it off. I am currently contemplating bleaching it tonight, which I think would make me look very Eminem.
I just realized that my throat feels a little constricted and sore when I try and swallow my lunch. I hope that I am sick, because it will explain why I have been feeling so absurdly oversensitive the past few days.
Also, I had a dream a few nights ago that Flexible ran off with his invented-by-my-brain childhood friend, Olga and told me that he always knew that the two of them would end up together. Then the three of us were stuck in a room and I had to watch and listen to them having sex for hours. I woke up feeling horrible, splashed some water on my face, went back to sleep, and then had a dream that I was telling StyleGirl about the first dream. How very meta of my subconscious.
I will follow the story of the dream up by mentioning that I do not actually fear him running off with anyone, childhood friend or otherwise. I think it was a reaction to the novel sensation of actually having something to lose for once.