I'm dying my hair right now, the scalp stinging. Black, of course.
Every few weeks I go on a frenetic mind-blast of paranoia. Late nights hearing voices yammering about what I may and may have not done or seen or be or become. The knawing cruelty of unpaid student loan debt. The general tizzy.
I suppose today is the anniversary of 9-11. Well. Enough has been said on this topic.
More exciting anniversaries to come - October 3rd is me and Katie's anniversary. October is the release date of the book. October is Halloween, for which I am going to be Ashley, and Katie is going to be Farrah, from Rock of Love Bus/Charm School.
October is also my 33rd birthday - jumping jesus on a pogo stick.
Really, though, the level of potential surveillance through facebook - blogs - internet - support group websites - the mind boggles. How little privacy we really have, or do you really want. My therapy records could be subpoenaed if necessary...nothing very interesting, though. I suppose it all could be written off to the submergent purrings of potential schizophrenia.