I ate a fortune cookie for breakfast. I don't know quite what that means...if anything, but it struck me as funny and unique to this Tuesday.
I chopped off my hair yesterday. When I was standing in front of the mirror last night as well as this morning as I went about my morning routine I just kept thinking, "Wow. I really cut my hair. It wasn't a dream." I do miss my luscious locks, but the compliments I received this morning from my coworkers made it all worthwhile. It is very short...above my shoulders- a first for me, i think. What will my mother say? At least there's time for it to grow a little before my next pilgrimage home.
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