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Well I’m feeling much better after my ‘meltdown’ almost a week ago. I’m so glad no-one else has a mind exactly like mine. I want to go and exchange it sometimes.

Today after work, I went and got my haircut, which was much-needed. I guess it’s my equivalent (I just had to google how to spell that - DOH-Matt) of chicks getting their nails done, although if I could do that, I’d probably do that too, except that I wouldn’t dare because of gross fungal health issues with my big toenails (which I’ve been trying to treat unsuccessfully for years now), although I guess they would be used to seeing that, I guess. They might even offer their own treatment for them if they specialize in nails? No idea really.

Anyway, so the mop of Cousin-It hair has gone and I decided to redo my foils this time, since I didn’t last time because they were still noticeable. I was stunned when the hairdresser said that they were still noticeable, even this time! Although they were obviously lighter.
I had a different hairdresser than last time and she was wearing a cool multi-coloured chunky bead necklace that she said she got from the Eumundi markets. She had stunning blonde hair as well and I asked if she did her own hair colouring and she said no, she had it done. Haha.
I would have thought after that conversation that she would have offered me at least a ‘Woman’s Day’ magazine to read whilst waiting for my hair to lighten, but nope, she plopped down an issue of ‘Men’s Health’ and a copy of ‘Wheels’ (^rolls eyes^), as well as the newspaper. So I read the newspaper and then some of Men’s Health, since I am into that sort of stuff, and I was fascinated by some of the articles in there, such as the fast food industry has grown in Australia by 41.3% over the past year due to the prevalence of apps like ‘Deliveroo’, ‘Ubereats’, ‘Menulog’ and ‘Deliveryhero’. Crazy!
I guess I have used them a couple of times, even if they are very overpriced (Deliveroo and Menulog at least, I’m not sure about the others) but man they are convenient.
I was also loving that an article stated the health benefits of steamed food over fried (well, duh) but the example they used was instead of ordering deep-friend Indian samosas, to order steamed Chinese instead. Ha!
Pretty sure the MSG would be just as bad.

Anyway, it has been a better week. I was thankful for those three days off this week, even though I have three days off every week. I had to laugh that the news this morning was talking about how more and more Aussies are opting for the ‘4-day work week’ and here I am thinking, “I’ve been doing that for like 4 years now.” I really don’t miss full-time. I get frustrated that I don’t have enough time at work to get everything I want to done, but then I think to myself, “It’ll still be there tomorrow. Someone else can do it.” And yeah. It’s not the end of the world.
It’s actually been a horrid week at work, with stock levels out of control (you wouldn’t really know it looking at the store, but if you saw the stockroom, it’s quite hilarious’, but I haven’t been letting it get to me, like I was last week.
One of my workmates asked me yesterday what days I have off, and I replied, “Monday, Tuesday and Wednesdays” and he was alarmed and then asked why I work every single weekend, and I was just like, “Cos I’m an idiot.”
He told me that I should have ‘a talk.’ I said that ‘Yeah, it totally sucks, but it’s not like I have a life anyway’ (which is true most of the time) and he goes, “You’d probably get a life if you had weekends off.”
Ha! Maybe. But maybe not. I can still go out on weekends, I just have to work the next day. And a good thing about it is it really does stop making me spend money, wheras I assume the 9-5 Monday-Friday’ers are throwing it away at the bar and nursing hangovers on Sundays. I know that was my life for a few years there.
You know, back when I wasn’t an ancient loser who can’t handle his booze like he could when he was a young whippersnapper (who came up with that word?).

Anyway, excuse my aging face haha. I’m only a month off my 33rd birthday, which tells me that if I am going to live to the ripe old age of 99/100, that I am almost a third of the day there. It is a little worrying that with each day that passes, that it means I am a day closer to that day where the grim-reaper beckons his finger at me, but since I am feeling much better than I was, I am not about to go all morbid and shit haha.

Anyway, here’s how my hair turned out. I wasn’t sure whether to smile ot not, so I took 2. I should have taken the photo when I was outside, but instead you get my boring bedroom wall background with my Paris posters in the background. They remind me how much fun I had there and that I need to return when terrorists decide to leave the fucking place alone.