My daughter is getting her hair done professionally today... first time in years. Usually, she just trims it herself. I can hear it now; she is going to come home complaining they gave her a bob style haircut. She does it every single time.
I'm not feeling the best today. A tad queasy. Probably coming down with what mum had on Sunday. I can't really concentrate on anything enough to get anything meaningful done.
Being I'll probably has something to do with the heat. or the number of freaking mozzies we get inside of a nighttime. They drive me freaking bonkers. I had to have at least 60 in my room last night. They seem to be immune to the spray.
I'm so tired... damn cat kept waking me up all night. It was like it was just making sure I was there. As soon as I gave it a pat and spoke to him, he'd lay down and rest and then it would start all over again; and now today he's laying down beside me like he wasn't a pain in the arse all night long.
Until tomorrow, remember: Believing you can ~ is halfway to getting it done.
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