I am on a Hank Williams kick. I think this is due to the PBS special I saw on him several weeks ago. Whatever the cause, I need some Hank Williams in my life. Only, my library, the one I work in, doesn't appear to own any Hank Williams music. Doesn't that seem like a travesty? I think so. I mean, the man, the legend is from this very state. Why don't we have his music? We do have several biographies on him that perhaps I will look in to. But does that fulfill my desire to hear Hey Good Looking? No it does not. I'm saddened by this.

In other news, I'm recovering from a cold. A cold for which I received a lecture. Apparently, I need to take more vitamins... or so I was told.  Anyway... I'm recovering from a cold. It wasn't a pretty cold either. It was the sort of cold where people look at you and then request that you take twenty steps back from them. It can be sort of hurtful to have people tell you to stay away from them. Anyway, again... like I said I am recovering for a cold. I bring this all up to let you know that I seem to be whistling when I breathe. I don't care for it. I took measures to try and stop the whistling but it doesn't seem to be working. Perhaps I need a netty pot but I sorta think I might drown trying to figure it out. That would be no better than whistling. I guess I'm stuck with whistling for the time being. Aren't you all glad you don't actually have to be around me to hear that? I'd like to think I'm lovable whether I have a nose whistle or not. What do you think? Would it be safe to take a vote?

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On my lunch break today I went and got myself another haircut that I don't think anyone will notice. It had been about 12 weeks since my last haircut and my vanity was suffering. It suffered so bad that right before I left for the beach I took matters into my own hands and got my own scissors out and chopped away at my bangs. Under the circumstances (those circumstances being that my first real hair stylist left my salon in order to get a degree with the goal of eventually opening up a camp for under privileged children.. what was she thinking? She was already helping the world to be a better place by just keeping my wall of bangs in check. But, I guess my id is not as important as the well being of those children. Bah! Anyway, I couldn't get a hair appointment with anyone else until today - hence my drastic measures) I don't think I had any choice but to chop away at my own bangs. A girl must be able to see. After my haircut I'm not sure I was completely sold on my new stylist. My layers are not quite as I'd like them and my bangs are short. There is not enough of them remaining to even pretend to have a swoop to them. They are slightly reminiscent of the old bangs I had... you know, the bangs that were referred to as the wall o' hair. Now, the truth is, I can't really blame the new stylist because she cut my bangs and then asked if she should cut them even shorter... I said yes. Therefore, the fault is mine. Still... remember, when you see me to be kind... because you know, I need a lot of encouragement... and better bangs are only about 10 days away.

And of course, feel free to hum a few bars of “Hey Good Looking” next time you see me