Notes
AT rehab dull slow circles on the flats. Good times.
So then I go to get my hair cut and, as usual, I try to get stylist chick to talk about herself because that always ensures a better cut and more happiness on the part of Stylist Girl, so she's all up in my ear about how she reeeeeeally wants to go back to school to become an X-ray tech and I'm all, "How fascinating!" and we're chatting away about student loans and juggling school and work and how fabulous she is and then she's all, "I mean, seriously. I just can't wait to get out of this job. Honestly, I totally hate cutting hair."
Not relaxing to hear WHILE YOU'RE CUTTING MY HAIR!