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Well, I washed all the dishes in about twenty minutes, and will soon be packing them into boxes. Then all I have to do it throw some sheets over everything and take off. I've got my Sunday paper and my 1/2 gallon jug of iced tea, and well. I also have time to burn before I can re-enter the apartment. I suppose I'll buy a new dress and get my hair done, and then pick up the kitties from Lisa's house and go home and mope until I fall asleep.

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There, thats all done. Now I suppose I wait around till 9:00 AM or so to make sure places will be open.

That was odd, just now. Maybe I'm becoming tiresome. Always happens... it was just a matter of time really.

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That's it. I'm sex-deprived. Twice in two months?

But somehow, I lack the will to go hunting.

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Sometimes... sometimes I wish I could see myself dancing... see the way my spine curves, see the way my hips move. I wonder if it looks as sexy as it feels?

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Today was good. I left home after straightening up, steered Charlie over to the mall, parked and went in. I ate a roast chicken sub from Subway (only six grams of fat!) and headed towards the only hairdresser that was open. I sat, and waited.

I got the hair cut off first... not all of it, but it's jaw-length now. And then I went and they put cold goo on my head, and I sat, trying not to itch for 45 minutes. And then they rinsed it out and stuck me under the hair dryer.

My hair, ladies and gentlemen... is red. Beautifully red.