If it's not love, then it's the bomb

Bedroom is cool enough to sleep in and it's only one o'clock. Yay me.
But first a quick update:
Friday I start hunting for a place in SoBa where I can buy cheap Doc Martens. Oh, and find somebody to ask to shave my neck--I suspect I did not explain properly to Dora what I wanted done with my hair.
Saturday is moving frenzy for the two most movingest babes I know, and then maybe actually buying boots.
Sunday is Ephemera and quite possibly a last minute panic-stricken attempt to write all the stuff I'm supposed to have done before that game.
Monday may be some CZR-related activity.
Tuesday may be dinner, with details still to be ironed out.
Wednesday is definitely the USPS test up in the city, and may be Tony's game as well.
Thursday may be video night unless there is Tersa's gaming.
Friday will be a half day at work so I have time to take my second driving test in the morning. And then I shall most likely explode into 4328743957243975245 tiny pieces.
Because quite possibly Saturday will be house cleaning to prepare the place for house guests.

Oh yeah...

It occurs to me that I didn't actually mention that I got my hair cut yesterday.
Not to worry, for those predisposed to, there's still enough to play with and to grab a fistful of.
No picture of the eight inches of damaged and streaky-blond tail that got cut off, but here's a pic of the new do.