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Fighting the Funk
Aug. 18th, 2003 08:25 pmSo...again...my day stretched before me...unproductive. I was still in the funk. I had a phone conversation with C. Bad idea really. I'm in a funk. I just maddened her, and frustrated her I'm sure. My feelings were partially true...but I'm sure they are amplified to the point of ridiculousness. But there is still something in them...we're going to talk tomorrow...she's coming over for dinner. I plan on cooking. I hope she'll enjoy the meal. It'll be bachelor pasta and spaghetti sauce. But I'm digressing. I should be talking about my day...about fighting the funk.
So...as I was saying, the day was stretching on...nothing being done...couldn't get myself to move, didn't want to eat. Forced myself to eat a sandwich, looked for apartments and began my apartment search. Everything affordable seems to be in Hollywood, and I really want to stay on the Westside...I called so many places, left so many messages...no response. I visited three places...all three were way too small...all of them were not right for me. I sweated in the Hollywood sun...finding no parking. At 6pm I headed home with no luck. My funk was expanding and looking very bad. At this point it threatened to overtake me and drag me down into the murky waters of the funk.
I only had one chance of not completely falling into my weird distress. So I did what any me would do. I went to the barber and got a haircut. The barber totally fixed me up, giving me a great cut, edging up my sideburns, hairline, using the straight razor. I gave him a huge tip. Then I went to the store and bought toiletries...because raybear and I have the same toiletries addiction. I was looking for bayrum, but couldn't find any. No worries. I got some shave cream that is supposed to minimize razor bumps, and some aftershaving razor bump treatment (I've got sensitive skin). I got some tweezers for my ingrown facial hair, some more scar fade, Dove soap (on recommendation from C) and some condoms. Then, to further my indulgence, I bought jelly beans (plus fixin's for dinner tomorrow--pasta, sauce and orange juice).
Now I'm home. Feeling pretty handsome. Feeling a bit better for the moment (let's see if this feeling can withstand my balancing my checkbook, and the continued house search tomorrow). I realize that I don't think I'll really be okay until I know where I'll be living in a few weeks. Really, I want to stay on the Westside.
I wonder if I should color my hair?
I'm going to read some LJ, then I'm going to try to push on with my limited burst of productivity--taking out the trash and balancing my checkbook (I'm not looking forward to that, let me tell you!)
I could go with reddish-brown highlights...or brown highlights...or blond highlights...or do nothing at all to my hair. Oh, I was reading that if you are prone to razor bumps and ingrown hairs, shave every other day, not every day. There's your tip for the day.
So...as I was saying, the day was stretching on...nothing being done...couldn't get myself to move, didn't want to eat. Forced myself to eat a sandwich, looked for apartments and began my apartment search. Everything affordable seems to be in Hollywood, and I really want to stay on the Westside...I called so many places, left so many messages...no response. I visited three places...all three were way too small...all of them were not right for me. I sweated in the Hollywood sun...finding no parking. At 6pm I headed home with no luck. My funk was expanding and looking very bad. At this point it threatened to overtake me and drag me down into the murky waters of the funk.
I only had one chance of not completely falling into my weird distress. So I did what any me would do. I went to the barber and got a haircut. The barber totally fixed me up, giving me a great cut, edging up my sideburns, hairline, using the straight razor. I gave him a huge tip. Then I went to the store and bought toiletries...because raybear and I have the same toiletries addiction. I was looking for bayrum, but couldn't find any. No worries. I got some shave cream that is supposed to minimize razor bumps, and some aftershaving razor bump treatment (I've got sensitive skin). I got some tweezers for my ingrown facial hair, some more scar fade, Dove soap (on recommendation from C) and some condoms. Then, to further my indulgence, I bought jelly beans (plus fixin's for dinner tomorrow--pasta, sauce and orange juice).
Now I'm home. Feeling pretty handsome. Feeling a bit better for the moment (let's see if this feeling can withstand my balancing my checkbook, and the continued house search tomorrow). I realize that I don't think I'll really be okay until I know where I'll be living in a few weeks. Really, I want to stay on the Westside.
I wonder if I should color my hair?
I'm going to read some LJ, then I'm going to try to push on with my limited burst of productivity--taking out the trash and balancing my checkbook (I'm not looking forward to that, let me tell you!)
I could go with reddish-brown highlights...or brown highlights...or blond highlights...or do nothing at all to my hair. Oh, I was reading that if you are prone to razor bumps and ingrown hairs, shave every other day, not every day. There's your tip for the day.
