|The Sun Will Come Out-Tomorrow!
||[Jul. 29th, 2008|10:54 am]
I'm getting 2 hair colors (wash to make the top POP and deep cherry bottom layers), Partial foil to restore my highlights. Hair cut and consultation. Brow wax, and eyelash tint. Won't I be the fancy pants then? May my drugstore.com order arrive today please? Even if I forget all mascara, I'm just a whisp of concealer, mineral foundation and blush, and brow pencil away from out the door in decent measure. That takes LOTS of pressure off of me while I heal. As I start to exercise, no mascara draining into my eyes. They may not look as thick at work, but who cares? At least they won't be clear and I won't appear as "worm girl". People won't say "You look so tired and pale and frail?--Are you eating enough?" I'm glad they care but it makes me feel homely even though I'm trying.
Then I shall also have glitter and gloss.
Today I also make my appointments for Physical Therapy.
My fortune yesterday said, "You will soon get new clothes." Does it know me or what? I hope it's a boobtastic shirt to wear out that was dirt cheap and the energy to go out to a bar this weekend for a few hours. What if the girl could DANCE? In my dreams I can dance and I can run.
And I remember some mornings at 4am in the front yard in tulle skirts waving sparklers around in the dark dancing to music only we could hear in our heads.