I have discovered that having your hair super short when it's very fine and very thick as a rule has a drawback: it acts like a sponge with water. So either I have to spend a fair amount of time toweling it dry, or else I have to take a blow dryer to it for a couple of minutes. Sheesh. It was practically easier to deal with when it was nearly down to my elbows and I just didn't bother drying it at all (I just braided it and let it do its own thing).
Also, I got sir'd by a teenage boy today. He was selling chocolates door to door (and woke me up, naturally). That's three people who've mistaken me for a man.
Now, don't get me wrong: I get that gender is a social construct, blah blah blah. But seriously, come on! I do NOT look like a man even with my hair short. I am very unmistakeably a woman. It's starting to get annoying, to have my gender determined just by society's perception of what my haircut means.
Anyway, I'm apparently cranky today. I was up until past noon because I had to run errands and my nice cleaning lady comes every second Wednesday from nine to noon (and try sleeping when the vacuum is running!), and so I had to sacrifice Hump Night at Hurley's to the sleep gods instead.
Now I have to get ready for work, and I have a serious case of the "I don't wannas."
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