I had a dream last night where I was literally pulling my hair out. Every time I’d run my fingers through my hair, large clumps of it would fall out… and I kept doing it over and over and then laying the hair in a neat pile of long, golden blondeness on the floor beside me, just to see exactly how much of it I was losing. It just kept coming out and kept piling up and I looked at it and thought, “My God, that’s half of my head… pretty soon I’m not going to have any hair left… I’ll make a really unattractive bald girl.” I’m not the kind of pretty that can pull off short hair (self awareness… THIS I know), let alone NO hair. Then I got to work and co-worker’s monitor wasn’t working… so I spent all morning trouble-shooting, rebooting, un-plugging, plugging, rebooting and googling … and there’s so much work sitting around here now that most of my morning’s been wasted on tech issue resolution that now I’m beginning to wonder if my dream was a premonition… as I did spend most of the morning figuratively pulling my hair out.
*cue twilight zone music*
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