I just had a nose bleed, which was nice. It didn’t last long enough though. I’m feeling very anxious because I finished reading a book earlier and can’t decide what to read now. It’s between Mikhail Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita, or The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. I feel like so much depends on which book I read next, I must choose wisely, carefully and correctly.
I have two blog posts in the pipeline which are almost finished but I think I need one more night to dwell on them before I set them free and publish them for you to read. I will publish one, if not both, of them and respond to comments tomorrow.
My sister cut my hair last night. She got a bit scissor-happy and hacked a load of it off. It is really rather short, a lot shorter than I asked for. My hair hasn’t been this short since I was a toddler. From some angles it looks really nice and my sister did do a great job, but generally speaking I don’t think that the haircut suits me. My face looks out of place in the middle of it. My face isn’t right for it. My face is wrong.