“The road to wisdom? Well it’s plain and simple to express: Err and err and err again, but less and less and less.” - Piet Hein

The countdown is LOW, we are in the last few days before the big vacation, and there’s just so much to do!

Last night we did some shopping for M.s. (okay, and I picked up a few things for myself), and then had a nice, relaxing dinner. Tonight, I get my hair done by Ronaldo , and tomorrow night I have meetings with more than one sister - get the camcorder, get the suitcase, take care of shit at home. Friday, the company picnic, picking up tailored items for M.s., packing, running errands, AAHHH! And Saturday morning - gone.

I’m reading the Slaughter-House Five by Vonnegut, and so far, I’m loving it. The breezy writing style, the sweet simplicity of his story-telling - I see a strong influence on Tom Robbins from this guy. It’s seamless, and the perfect book to follow the 700-page, descriptive imagery and emotion-evoking Dean Koontz pleasure. I love when good combinations just happen. Kind of like Me and M.s.

Speaking of M.s., I am a hit at the office with all of these nice, new outfits he’s been getting me. Yes, I am feeling elegant in these fabrics and cuts. I also like the stuff that Spider Monkey helped me pick out, so it’s a nice shuffle of tastes, and it’s nice to try new things. I’ve been too consistent for too many years. Speaking of consistent, it’s going to be very hard for me to go to Ron and JUST get a trim. I feel like shearing it all off and drastically changing the color - an old impulse that is difficult for me to suppress. I associate hair salons with drastic changes. Trim. A trim is all I need. Really.

Everything at work is falling together just fine, and I feel fairly confident about leaving because I know that my shit is being covered. Ah, sweet efficiency. No squeaks here, I will give my office an extra squirt of oil right before I head out for a few weeks.

I’m excited for the trip! Dad called me, he’s safe in Korea and I won’t get the chance to talk to him until September. Ollie emailed, he’s safe as well, and on his way to Burning Man in a few weeks, along with a trove of my friends.

Me, I’m wearing new makeup, which makes me feel pretty. And I realize, sometimes it’s more important for me to FEEL pretty than it is for me to LOOK pretty. It’s all about perception, and it’s all about attitude. But I’ve ALWAYS known THAT. I just forget sometimes.

-Barbarella

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