Going to get my haircut in a bit…. I’m tired of the shit hanging down in my face. It used to be past my shoulders but I got pissed one night and hacked it off. Then I hacked it off again. I haven’t had a “real honest to goodness paid for” hair cut since the day before Joshua was born. My hair is graying and has been since I was 16. At 42 I’ve decided I don’t have time to deal with dying it. I’m hoping they can cut it so that the gray is emphasized instead of looking like shit. 
I’m also going to buy myself a little makeup. Haven’t had any since before Joshua was born. My choice. I’m going to the Doc tomorrow and will be doing battle with him over the fact that I’m NOT depressed or anxious enough to need drugs. I’m thinking that “war paint” will help me prove to the dumbass that I’m not sitting on a couch all the while shoveling ice cream in my mouth and crying while I watch television. Doctors can be such fucking bozos about drugs.
Well off to get the head shaved.