So, I have been a brunette for almost a month now. And my whole life is completely different. Of course, that is in part due to a conflux of other changes that have conspired to keep me very busy, hence the lack of new posts in the past few weeks. I’ve changed waitressing jobs and have left Tremont 647 after almost 5 years of loyal service. I started a new job at Toro, the place where I used to fill in on occasion as a hostess, and where I conducted lots of research on blondes, and will continue to conduct research as a brunette. I will also be moving into a new apartment with Marissa, the best friend who USED to live in Italy and just moved home to Boston to go to grad school, and Alyssa, my very good friend who manages Toro. Between all of this I have somehow ended up working almost every day and night of the past two weeks, and though I am scheduled to do the same this weekend, and am in fact scheduled to work both places on Friday night, I will somehow also need to make moving happen. It’s been an intense three weeks, and has left me with no respite in which to reflect upon my life. And now, instead of sleeping heavily and soundly until my alarm goes off in about an hour and I need to get up and live the dream a little more, I am lying here wide awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the myriad of things I need to handle before I can relax and superimpose a sense of routine on my new life. The Mathematician had to get up early today, at 5 minutes to 6 a.m., and left at 5 minutes to 7 a.m., and since we all know from this previous post that I can’t really sleep at all when he’s not in the bed with me, I am up too.
So, where to begin the reflections on my hair? It’s elicited such a reaction from people, and it’s been really fun to observe. For your reading pleasure, another post on Olivia…
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