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tonsorial tragedy
On 2003-05-28 at 11:18 p.m.... Lesson #1: the completion of one's undergraduate education is always going to be somewhat anticlimactic if it is immediately followed by two days of near-constant vomiting. I honestly think it was stress-induced. However, I did get to hallucinate, which was weirdly enjoyable and has only ever previously happened when I was hopped up on Temazepan. Lesson #2: it is okay to be bolshy to one's hairdresser, and not agree sycophantically with their every tonsorial whim. Failure to adhere to #2 cost me a lot of money today. Tomorrow, because I am a sheepish coward, I am going to have to GO AND GET MY HAIR CUT SOMEWHERE ELSE, which hopefully will do it for a fiver. Grr. Failing that, aim my razor at my head and hope for the best. Or, buy a Flowbee. We went bat-bothering tonight. Perhaps I should explain: my friend's an ecology major, and her thesis requires the tracking of bat's sonar, which led us to the edge of a river in the purpling dark, while the bats in question turned in a stately gavotte, and performed what can only be described as high-frequency farting somewhere overhead.
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