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Home I Go Thursday, Sept. 18, 2008 - 1:06 a.m. Today will be my last day in Anaheim, then I fly back to San Francisco where it's probably around twenty five degrees cooler where I live, no matter what time of the day it is. I love my time here, but I think Old Buddy Dave is missing the counter space in his bathroom. --- I got all of my main packing done on Wednesday night, and that was with multiple rest breaks and a lovely long convo with John. He claims to be glad I'm returning. Heh. --- Speaking of returning, I can't wait to see what the fog does to my hair, now that it's been cut. Nothing drastic, really, just about a fist-length or so off of the bottom for split ends, and a tune up for my bangs. Which of course I promptly forgot about when I washed my hair a few hours ago and used enough shampoo for the former amount of hair. The miscalculation only caused about a dozen extra gallons of shampoo bubbles, but I finally escaped the bathroom and finished my packing. And the thing is, it's one of those cuts that's going to grow old gracefully. Since I don't have the nerve or the budget to get it colored, all I really have to do is plaster down the stray crazy grays from up top so they don't stick up like duck fluff. Why in the name of all that is reasonable does white hair turn into plastic Barbie sticky up hair? I'm not expecting you to answer. Calm yourselves. --- Okay, that's it until the other side. Have a wonderful Thursday! ---
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