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Feb. 5th, 2007 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhd323Well, I am the proud new owner of a bottle of cough syrup with codeine. My doctor's medical assistant took pity on me after I left her a rambling voicemail this morning. I have high hopes for some sleep this evening. If my hopes are crushed, tomorrow will be a doubly miserable day.
I am in the process of re-training myself how to be a graduate student. Silly, but true. After the very-super-extended vacation I granted myself (for no other reason than . . . I'm lazy), it was time to get to work this weekend. Boss needed stuff. Left the apartment today and remembered why I used to work in coffee shops all the time. Sometimes working in the apartment is wonderful, but when I'm having a difficult time motivating, there are just so many distractions (I mean, I can roll around with Maynard on my bed every 10 minutes if I so desire - who could resist). Sure, it wasn't my own stuff yet. But baby steps. At least we have evidence again that I can, in fact, work.
I made myself a hair photo-journal this evening. Sure, go ahead and roll your eyes and/or laugh. However, it seemed the best way to track the progress of my hair. There are a million plus one products I can use, 10 times as many product combinations, and a ton of different methods of dealing with curly hair. This way, I can keep track of products that generated results I liked, products that generated results I didn't like, see if my hair changes with the seasons, and so on and so forth.
The furballs, as I type . . .
Princess:
and the Beast:
I have to say, I think it's an absolute riot that he lays like that. Looks like he has no neck and huge shoulders.
I am in the process of re-training myself how to be a graduate student. Silly, but true. After the very-super-extended vacation I granted myself (for no other reason than . . . I'm lazy), it was time to get to work this weekend. Boss needed stuff. Left the apartment today and remembered why I used to work in coffee shops all the time. Sometimes working in the apartment is wonderful, but when I'm having a difficult time motivating, there are just so many distractions (I mean, I can roll around with Maynard on my bed every 10 minutes if I so desire - who could resist). Sure, it wasn't my own stuff yet. But baby steps. At least we have evidence again that I can, in fact, work.
I made myself a hair photo-journal this evening. Sure, go ahead and roll your eyes and/or laugh. However, it seemed the best way to track the progress of my hair. There are a million plus one products I can use, 10 times as many product combinations, and a ton of different methods of dealing with curly hair. This way, I can keep track of products that generated results I liked, products that generated results I didn't like, see if my hair changes with the seasons, and so on and so forth.
The furballs, as I type . . .
Princess:
and the Beast:
I have to say, I think it's an absolute riot that he lays like that. Looks like he has no neck and huge shoulders.
