Tonight should be amazing. (It’s a hush-hush experiment right now, but with luck there will be more about it later.)

Last night was supposed to be The Quiet Night. As it turns out, the “supposed to be quiet nights” tend to be anything but. I should be drawing conclusions here that involve words like “expectations” and “anticipation,” but those might have to wait as well.

(i sort of don’t recognize my life anymore. good thing? bad thing? just a thing thing? hmm…)

Also, for a few days this week I had cotton candy hair. Cotton. Candy. Hair. Somehow “a dusty pink streak or two” turned into “Jem.” It was… something.

Excerpt from a text I sent immediately after the hair transplant from a My Little Pony:

I look like a fairy. Like, if for some reason you were on the fence as to the existence of fairies, you would see me and your mind would finally be made up. Luckily, you are not crazy. But there are crazy people out there and they will see me and think I am a fairy.