This morning, however, I woke up, after 12 hours of sleep (!), absolutely no rocking, and felt like a gazillion billion dollars. I said FELT. Not looked. Got no idea what a gazillion billion dollars feels like, but I'm sure it's pretty good. I know what it LOOKS like though, and it ain't regrowth down to your ears. At the hairdresser right now, working on that, and, so far, I would rate the total hairdressing experience as fairly good to good; free coffee, free wifi (GET out of town) nice music and at least one English speaking hairdresser, I have high hopes, cross yoh fingers mah hurrrr doesn't all fall out again, or go yellow, or orange. Oh lord. I'm gonna go creep around the Internet and calm my poor shattered nerves with some serious Pinterest action.
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
Yesterday; veeeery bad mood, confirmed by the deckhand who says when he sees me this morning: "How are you today? Are you feeling better, or are you still being a motherfu*#!r?" Haha. Honest or what? You'd also be in a bad mood if you had to sleep on a boat that rocked ALL night, berthed next to pirate hookers who partied till 5am.
