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I've had the most rampantly unpleasant day today, trying to stay at work with a blasted migraine, walking in circles as to avoid moving into the fuzzy blind spot.
It seemed to go on forever, and when it finally cam to an end I staggered off home and fell asleep. This is good. Sleep, according to the last official survey, lies somewhere betweeen Nice and ShinyGood.
So now I'm on LJ, trying to stay awake for a few hours before returning to slumber, as I have an inability to sleep for more than about 7 hours most nights (Except when I'm with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hardcorenympho, when I seem to be able to make ten hours snuggled up with her. But that's true love for you.)
So I need to get some sleep, get up for some ungodly hour in time for my hair appointment at 9:30 (OK, not that ungodly, but quite unpleasant anyway for a Saturday) where I will finally get these bloody roots done and not look quite so nightmarish. Then it's Getting Ready Central here at the homestead as I have to get all of my things together for the Ball tomorrow night, practise hair and makeup, have a shower incorporating frankly ludicrous amounts of body shaving, and then begin the transformation process. I'm hoping to achieve something along the lines of Mana from Malice Mizer, but probably won't get anywhere near. No harm in trying though.
I just hope that this vaguely rubbish feeling will have receded by tomorrow. It's very dry in my room and my throat feels all rough.
Never mind, I'm sure things will all work out.
It seemed to go on forever, and when it finally cam to an end I staggered off home and fell asleep. This is good. Sleep, according to the last official survey, lies somewhere betweeen Nice and ShinyGood.
So now I'm on LJ, trying to stay awake for a few hours before returning to slumber, as I have an inability to sleep for more than about 7 hours most nights (Except when I'm with
hardcorenympho, when I seem to be able to make ten hours snuggled up with her. But that's true love for you.)So I need to get some sleep, get up for some ungodly hour in time for my hair appointment at 9:30 (OK, not that ungodly, but quite unpleasant anyway for a Saturday) where I will finally get these bloody roots done and not look quite so nightmarish. Then it's Getting Ready Central here at the homestead as I have to get all of my things together for the Ball tomorrow night, practise hair and makeup, have a shower incorporating frankly ludicrous amounts of body shaving, and then begin the transformation process. I'm hoping to achieve something along the lines of Mana from Malice Mizer, but probably won't get anywhere near. No harm in trying though.
I just hope that this vaguely rubbish feeling will have receded by tomorrow. It's very dry in my room and my throat feels all rough.
Never mind, I'm sure things will all work out.
