finally got a hair cut. was tired of all the fly-aways at the back of my head.
my hairdresser said i look really fat and that i should just grow my hair. hell. i wanted a haircut and i was getting one. so i did. but i was in a bad mood.
the fact that i was feeling really sick didn't improve my temper. my eyes were burning, my sinuses were all clogged up, and i was coughing.
and to be called fat... sigh.
i'm going to sleep now. i feel really sick. that's what i get for going to the cemetery and attending the evening mass without a jacket.
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