Sicke

Saturday morning I was upbeat and well. Saturday afternoon I fell ill, the depths of which disease I feel I have yet to reach and see no likelihood of escape in the near future. O, what foul illness plagues me thus? An infection of the sinuses, I expect. I desire only sleep and soup, yet a grave workload lies before me. I visit the physician this afternoon. Hopefully she will prescribe some potion or remedy, so that I may regain my full faculties by this weekend.

Bangs

Why are hairstylists so bad at cutting bangs? It's their job.

I need to get mine trimmed but I don't trust anyone except for Missy at Red Salon in Richmond, VA to do it right. Sigh. Looks like I'll be going shaggy until Thanksgiving.

Collections

I think collections are annoying, creepy, and on some level morbid. But, for the most part, that applies to collections of things you look at and don't use (ceramic elephant figurines, books you've already read, etc.). Are collections of things you do use (shoes, mp3s, etc.) just as weird?