badstar

So I had this dream last night that I was sitting out on the corner of Guilford and Federal with a telephone and I was trying to dial someone's number, and I knew the number but each time I dialed it I hit one or two wrong digits and would have to hang up and dial again. Every now and then I would let it ring to see if it got through to whoever it was anyway (not sure who anymore, just that it was a woman that I was trying to call, someone that I know in real life too.) I was still trying to dial her number when I woke up. Don't know why I was trying to call. Just that i was. The dream took place in the evening, and it was hot out.


I also woke up with the last lines of what would have been a really amazing poem in my head. But I fell back to sleep and lost them. I remember the concept, but not the words.

Well, maybe I can try to create something from the concept.

I've decided that I'm going to dye my hair again. I can't make up my mind if I want to do it brown again, or pink- I want both! And i have both. So I'm going to do both. At the same time. Yes, folks...I'm doing the chunky-colored thing again. I loved it when it was fuschia and auburn, that was my favorite dye job ever. This should work just as well. I just don't think I'm going to be able to do it til next week since it's a rather involved process.