My hair is getting so long, that if I want to wash it in the morning before work, I have to get up 45 minutes early. After my semi-hellish day at work yesterday, all I wanted to do when I got home was eat and go to bed. So, no hair washing. And it needed it.

Up at 5:45 this morning to un-ick the tresses. Sometimes I wish I didn't like having long hair so much. On the one hand, I don't have to wash it every day. On the other, when I do have to wash it, it's a project.

After 20 years with almost boy-short hair, it's nice to have that girly feel around my head. You get tired of being practical, you know?