A very quick post before I hit the hay…
Why is it that long weekends (despite being long as the name would suggest) leave you feeling more tired than on the wonderful Friday that started the whole thing?
When I’m King (or, ya know, Supreme Overlord of Earth or All Powerful Leader of the Universe or something) I will decree that every second weekend can be three days long. I feel every weekend would be pushing it and nothing would get done, so every second weekend will have to do.
Now, here are three things that have been showing themselves rather a lot in my life lately.
Firstly, Turk. My lucky man. Let me explain… I work with a lovely Welsh lady named Angharad who saw I was having a dodgy day a few weeks ago as far as luck is concerned. She brought me over the then-unnamed Turk and hung him on my desk and told me he would bring me luck.
I named him Turk after the guy from Scrubs (I’m not even a huge fan of Scrubs, but I do like the name) and he has been sitting on my desk since. I have won TWO online competitions since he’s been there, there have been other very unusually lucky occurrences too that I won’t go into, but very much down to luck rather than hard work. AND Angharad took him back for a night because she was hoping he’d help her iPod get fixed… And what happened?
I got food poisoning.
So Turk is here to stay for the sake of my online winnings and to keep the projectile vomiting to a minimum.
His eyebrows are a cause for concern, but hey. He’s got character.
Next, my new hair.
After years of refusing to try them, I decided to get hair extensions. I did it for a feature for work… Balmain (those fancy fashion designer people) are the hair providers and Kazumi hair salon on Molesworth St were the brave ones who put them in for me. I was scared because my hair is very fine and I didn’t want to wind up bald, but I was convinced and I went for it.
I love them so much that I can’t really think about it for too long because I cannot by any means afford to keep them… So I will mourn the loss of all the hair in the world when they have to come out in a few weeks.
Until then, I will pretend I’m Jan Brady as I swish down the street… It’s not so much the length but the thickness that brings me the joy.
Oh, and having craploads of hair? Compliment central. I need to find a way to have a permanent bushel.
Lastly, a song I’ve had on repeat for days…
I’m having a bit of a Fleetwood Mac ‘moment’. Just ask the toddler twins that live next door…