tough

my hair looks like it was the one who had nightmares last night, not me, and it tried desperately to run away, screaming into the night. unfortunately its rooted to my head, which has just left me looking ever so slightly insane this fine tuesday morning. ridiculous. so im wearing a scarf all day to hide it. the neighbours should appreciate their children not being scared for life as a result. i could just take a shower, wash it and remedy the situation, but somehow that seems like far more effort than simply looking like a pirate or a domestic worker all day. if only i were a hat person. hmm. its a week full of work ahead which im not looking forward to, but i suppose that is every week. somehow this one seems more loaded as i have much to get through and a proposal to start writing. never a fun thing. sniff. im allowed to feel sorry for myself on the odd occassion. think i may make scones this afternoon though as happy times if i get through enough work. its just the problem of the new dstv that is the majpr distraction at the moment- must fight the evil demon that is multichoice.