Great Day

Woke up at 10:30 a.m. this morning. In truth, I woke up at 4:00 a.m., was up for three hours and managed to fall back asleep. Still, I felt like a rebel when I woke up the second time so close to noon. After doing a bit of reading and having lunch, I headed out on a whim to find a new hairdresser. My go-to gal is a wonderful person, but our relationship has grown a little stale. She is young and transgendered, and there are times that I feel like, I don't know, estranged? I have a soft spot for her, but to be honest that last hair cut was a little too blunt and didn't grow out well. So I went out in search of someone who could do me right. 

Do you ever feel like your cheating on your hairdresser when this happens? I do. My new girl is a mother of two who just moved to the area from the Midwest, and she is a peach. Also, she owned her own studio back home and has MAD FREAKING SKILLS! My hair not only looks great, it looks right. Thanks, new hair mistress!

After the haircut, I headed out to the library to randomly select a bunch of titles that I may or may not decide to read. Part way through my search, I noticed I was being stalked, and couldn't concentrate on my selections. Necessarily, I left the library earlier than I would have liked. But I did walk out with Iris Chang's uplifter The Rape of Nanking, which I expect will be delightful. I also plan to read Slavenka Drakulic's madcap analysis of the Serbo-Croation war crimes tribunal. 

In all seriousness, I also walked out with Albert Camus' The Stranger, a selection inspired by the last book I checked by D. King called Death in the City of Light, which told the true story of a serial killer in Occupied Paris named Marcel Petiot. You think Jeffrey Dahmer was amoral? You have no idea. Anyway, reading this book got me all interested in Occupied Paris, and I figured where better to start than the literature that was inspired by the experience. So far so good. 

After I left the library, I head over to a local cafe for a minty mocha and a phone call with Sweet Pickles to get the low down on why my former boss was unceremoniously sacked on Friday. What a tale he had to tell! After hearing all of the shit that the former boss got himself and a bunch of other people into, I can't help but thank my lucky stars that I am no longer working in his sphere of influence. What a jerk. 

All in all, it's been a good day. So, for that, I offer you some music to spread the good cheer. Enjoy!

(I have no idea why this Jean Claude Van Damme film is set to this song, but whatevs)