Eccentric Flower:200003/Enforced Boy Time

Jane's journal entry for Feb 28th describes her spa visit and self-described "girly-girl day" in loving detail. I am so jealous.

I went to have a Beer Interlude between bouts of code with Molly last night, and when I got to Irish Pub P her first comment was, "Having a boy day today, are we?"

Oh, yes. And every day for the past week. And I hate it.

Who has time to shave when you're constantly oversleeping and falling further behind every second? Who has time to do more than throw on jeans, especially if you're just going to be sitting at a computer all day and never seeing sunlight?

I've worn my glasses outside the house for several days. I hate the way I look in them, but my eyes are too red, and I'm staring at the screen too much, to wear my contacts.

I need a girl day. Badly. I need to shave my body - it's a lot of work unless you maintain it. I need to put on some eyeliner and go out and do something pleasant. I need to spend a day window-shopping. I need to make another appointment to get my legs waxed, damn it - I'm over a month overdue. I need to lie back and have someone pamper me.

But it's not going to be this week. And it's probably not going to be next week. And Graham is asking me about when we're going to go to the hair salon to work on styles for the next photo session. I don't have the heart to tell him that it may not happen for a while.

Okay, enough grousing. Back to work.

I did manage to put a few mouth organ items up last night (although I backed out the code changes - those'll have to wait), so if you need something to read, you might try those.

Or go read Jane's journal instead - it's more pleasant at the moment.