Hump Day is Every Day for Kalvin

Man, this puppy needs neutering. And, it’s Wednesday. How is it only Wednesday? Today was spent rearranging life. The pages in my agenda have been erased and re-erased so many times they are about to pop a hole. I’m wondering what’s being erased so Kalvin can be neutered during reading week. I’m also wondering who agrees that 7 days in a week is hardly enough. That’s like getting 7 fries in a happy meal. Like c’mon. That would be a pretty sad happy meal. 🍟

I’m feeling super emotional today. I’m also having a bad hair day and I feel horrible about noticing since this bad hair day is one of the last days I’ll even have hair and it’s such an upsetting thing to have to confront. I’ve realized that when I’m in my business working my clients typically know nothing about me or my personality. My hair is a definite expression of my personality. When I’m working I don’t say much. When I’m not working I don’t shut up much. When I’m working I’m expressionless. I mean how awful would it be if someone else was going through this and they cracked a joke about their hair like I’ve been attempting to do and I started laughing. Only it’s not actually funny to them. There isn’t a single solitary funny thing about me losing my hair but I joke to attempt to cope with the copious amounts of grief and, because I’m just funny and fun. It’s who I am. Without hair I’ll still be funny and fun and I’m sad. I won’t be able to express that with my hair for awhile. I actually had someone ask me one time if I knew my hair was lopsided and I pretended I had no idea. I’m quirky, funny and a little lopsided and I’m sad.