Fresh Perm = Happy Scalp! So smooth. The time between touch-ups is determined by the size of the hairball left after combing my hair in the shower. When it gets to be baseball-sized, it’s beyond time.
My roommates-to-be seem to like me and seem genuinely happy/relieved that I’ll be moving in. I guess they had some trouble with previous interested parties.
There have been a number of interesting developments on the job front, all of a sudden. Vastly different options. Don’t know what I’ll do with them, but the good part is that there are developments in the first place. Options are good.
I seem to have fallen into a habit of cooking on Sundays. It’s weird, this cooking thing. But I’m eatin’ good.
One of my favorite authors has resumed writing one of my favorite series of books. And since it’s self-published, I get to read it as she goes along.
