My hair smells like dirty hair and it is driving me nuts. I think I didn't get it fully washed on Monday night and so then my pillow smells like dirty hair making my freshly shampooed mane still smell dirty. Very frustrating, especially as I am at work today and have to worry that everyone else can tell. "She doesn't wash her hair!" That's what they are all thinking. "Poor thing has had too much and just can't keep it together. Should we tell her she smells? That would be a kindness really, wouldn't it?" Or perhaps not. I've not chatted with anyone or had any intimate tete a tetes so I think my secret my be safe. I'll have to change pillowcases and give my head a thorough scrub this evening to ensure I don't have a repeat tomorrow. Being the 'smelly girl' is something I've always assiduously avoided in life. Hell, I carry deodorant with me everywhere and find it odd that others don't. Girl with the dirty hair makes me feel like a hoarder or a crazy cat lady so I need to shore this shit up ASAP.
Puzzler
I spent the bulk of my three-day weekend working on a puzzle. Why, you ask? No fucking clue. Shortly after my birthday, I went to Barnes and Noble to take advantage of the very generous gift card my boss gave me. One of the things I purchased was a $2 puzzle because, after a lifetime of despising these things, I thought I'd give one a whack as an adult and see what they were like. I pulled it out on Saturday afternoon and worked for hours and hours (literally) on the fucker. Did I start simply, with a 250 piece puzzle or a 500 piece one? Hells no, that's for pussies. I decided to dive in feet first with a 1,000 piecer with each piece being smaller than a quarter.No idea what I was thinking with this little endeavor but I will say this, it's a great distraction. It's really all I did for three days straight, until yesterday, when I took the day off, and sat in bed reading archives of a blog all day. As you can see, I'm making great headway at becoming a creepy shut in (the dirty hair is just a symptom). I should never have purchased the puzzle, actually. For one, as I said, I've never liked them. One of my mother's best stories is about how I went for my IQ test as a child and flat out refused to do any of the puzzles because I simply did not like them and did not "do" them. The proctor told my mom that she was sure I was capable and she had to let the clock run out but that I just sat there and refused to even look at the pieces. Buying one all these years later, especially one with so many pieces, was not a sensible move.
What's more is that I get really obsessive about this sort of thing and I've gotten far enough into the fucker that I can't just put it away. Not so far as to feel any real sense of hope, but just far enough that I have to finish it now. And so I can picture many a night in my future with me hunkered down over the dining table, feverishly trying to fit the pieces together as hours slip by and the night gets away from me. Others might show up to work tired with a hangover but I'll be red eyed and wasted from lack of sleep because if I can just get this bit finished over here, then I'll go to bed. I'm really tempting my crazy with this endeavor.
It isn't a matter of winning or losing
But you better fucking be serious if you want to be on my team. Did you know that I'm competitive? Not in everything, but in some ways. Take Wii Bowling. This is the second year my office is utilizing Wii Bowling to raise money for a good cause. There are a number of teams with four players each and the top two teams or three teams will compete in a finals sort of thing (I think). My team, with Super Woman, came in second last year. It was my first time playing anything on a Wii and so I get something of a pass although I did pretty well. This year SW and I have two new players on our team and one of them is earning my anger and fury by not taking it at all seriously. I want first place this year and she isn't even practicing at home! She said she would, said she'd beg her niece to help her. But it was all lies. I told SW that if we win, this particular person can't even look at the trophy.I also told SW, a week or so ago, that next year she and I probably shouldn't be on the same team because we are competitive in the same way and we put a lot of pressure on ourselves. The last two times we bowled, it was just the two of us and you could feel the tension and stress the entire time. I could hardly breathe until I was done.
And yet this woman doesn't even practice. Some people just have no sense of priorities.
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