I might as well warn you all that this is not an uplifting, cheerful, or helpful post. It is a tear stained grumble of the biggest possible magnitude. The reasons are many, at least I think they are, maybe everything is linked and it is more a domino effect, hell I don't know and more importantly I don't care.
First thing was that yesterday I went to see my hairdresser, worried about getting a cut on the day, just in case, I decided 2 weeks before was a good idea. Oh boy I am glad I did. A trim turned into a massacre. It is so short, and I can only hope it grows miraculously over the next 12 days. Every time I go to the loo I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I burst into tears. Everything was meant to be perfect for my special day. I thought about posting a pic, but my red rimmed eyes are not attractive. Mike thinks it looks wonderful. The irony is that it is how I wanted it for Solidarność but on that occasion it was left too long. I don't have a long hair fetish, just an idea of how I thought it should look given the dress I'm wearing. So that was the starter.
The main course (well the next bit) was something I cannot really discuss, let's just say there are a few issues with the extended family.
Which brings us to the dessert course which is exactly what I did last night. I drank a bottle of wine (yes a whole one to myself) and defrosted a cheesecake (lemon and very yummy) and this morning I feel wretched because I have spoilt my D.I.E.T. and the guilt of that and my hair and the spitefulness of other people makes me want to buy a cream cake.
12 days to go folks, do you think I'll cheer up in time?
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