When the world collapses onto you all at once.

Sometimes it can be a nice realization that, hey, I'm still alive in the world.

Other times, I'd rather lie in bed all day and think about the good old times.

And then, there are those other other times, when all you want to do is get a hair cut.

That's all I looked forward to today. The one thing that I can do without thinking much about it. And possibly make a new barber/stylist/hair-cutter-person friend. Maybe she would be cute. Possibly hot. Hopefully fun to talk to.

But first, I'd have to sit through a meeting with a client who takes 15 minutes to say something that should only take one.

There's a difference between being just detail-oriented and being repetitive about the same detail for 30 minutes.

Keep a smile on and nod. It will be over. Thank God the internet stopped working at her house.

I hope she never reads this. I would be out of a pretty good client.

Starving.

Good thing UNICEF decided to sell Chinese food at Foggy Bottom for 5 bucks. Not only does it apparently save children, ("CHINESE FOOD FOR 5 DOLLARS! HELP SAVE SOME CHILDREN!" still ring in my ears) but it also saved my stomach and a few extra dollars I might have spent at an over-priced D.C. restaurant (a.k.a. every f-ing place in this b. — except Julia's Empanadas, which is tasty and cost like 3 bucks).

So yeh, I save some children, my stomach and my wallet today. I knew I liked lo-mein for some reason.

I wish they had water or something though, to wash down the MSG.

[insert errands to Radioshack and Wachovia here] (of note, Wachovia front desk girl was cute, talkative and went to Maryland. Should have gotten the digits. D-m, always forget about that until after the fact. It's ok, at least I talked to her. Practice for the next cute Wachovia front desk girl, slash potential sugar mama.) (also, apparently I don't know what a check looks like. "This is not a check" — Teller.)

Long digression. Some discussions about what I should take for my next job.

Epiphany.

Hair cut.

Yes.

The moment came. I didn't really expect much of anything. Just cut my hair, make me head feel lighter and I can handle the world again.

But I was greeted with the nicest Ethiopian girl who had a voice/accent that I just realized sounded like Selma Hayek (hott.), which may be the reason I enjoyed her company. Nice haircut. I don't usually get my hair washed there. But wth, why not, today, may need it. Long.

I was totally unprepared for possibly the most comfortable and relaxing hair wash I have ever experienced. Yet.

Hence my epiphany and turning point for the novel that was my day. Very short novel. Incoherent as well. Possibly inspired by The Life Before My Eyes? (The only good part was the ending.)

Got new hair styling... thing... (no word to describe this stuff. gunk? looked kind of like nickelodeon GAK)

Gave a big tip.

Pretty much decided not to take the Maryland gig.

I mean, if I can get closer to my dream now, I think I would rather save doing porn for a rainy day. (ahem, hyperbolic analogy/parallel/reference to comment made to my previous post. I don't actually intend on doing that sort of thing. Unless the other party is really hot. And I get paid a lot. Then maybe. But still probably not. Gotta think of the career.)

me.gotoAndStop("mahBedz");