A post two days in a row, now that's a treat, isn't that? I will try not to spoil you, though. Otherwise, you'll expect to hear from me with a specific frequency, and I'm not so disciplined, to be honest.
These days, my attention span mirrors a butterfly's. I turn here and there without having anything definite in my mind. Of course, I reprimand myself, but that doesn't mean that I get a different result. It's as if I had decided that what happens at the moment is essential. Long-term goals may go down the drain with my wholehearted approval.
Anyway, I treated myself with a haircut as I couldn't stand pushing the hair off my face all the time. My face has been itchy and my eyelids puffy for almost two months.
It is enough that I have to contend with Rex's shedding. The winter is here, but his shedding season seems to go on. Wasn't it just during spring and autumn? Or did I get that wrong?
Anyways, I went to a salon and had my hair cut. I'm pretty satisfied with the result. The lady did try to make me dye my hair, which I refused with determination. She also explained to me how to style my hair every morning. I smiled and nodded acquiescently. I didn't think I would gain points if I had told her that I would generally comb my hair with my fingers. Yesterday, when I met my friend, it took me over twenty minutes to find my comb.
I worked hard today. I went through at least six Dry Bar Comedy videos. Only after I had finished with that, I decided to do some real work.
I thought to take more advantage of this Sunday and waste some time in bed in the afternoon. Rex came with a toy to play next to me, and that toy kept falling off the bed every three or four minutes. He would whimper and stomp his paw to make me bring it back, which I did a few times.
But then, I warned him that he would have to go and take his toy if it fell again, which it did. Then, I merely ignored his whimpering. Whenever he hit me with his paw to draw my attention to his plight, I would pet him and tell him that I loved him. He would spear me with a glance that seemed to say, "You might love me, but not enough to give me my toy back." Well, tough break, pet.
Of course, I didn't sleep a wink! It wasn't possible with his jumping on and off the bed and throwing the toy into the air to catch it. Which never happened! My head made contact with it more often than Rex did.
Anyway, everything's been fine, I suppose. Nothing to write home about, but all in all, a good day. It would have been much better if I had managed to do some work. But, what the heck, there's another day tomorrow.
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
Sometimes I have good ideas... (what do you think?)
Sometimes fascinating guests!
(that for sure!)
Sometimes I have to share some of my frustrations,..
(not too tempting, huh!)
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