Bad Hair-Life.

Very efficient today, very efficient. Me, that is. Toddler dance, shopping, lunch, laundry, fluff-and-fold, clear out shoe cupboard and so on and so on and so on. Dead efficient. Lots done. Bit tired now.

Also been in a complete state about my hair. I hate it. What does a girl have to do to find a decent hairdresser around these parts of the woods? What does it take to be a stylist out here, do you just buy a pair of scissors and open shop and start randomly chopping away at people? Cause I can't see how these dimwits that I happen upon could have passed their exams. Darn'em. I want Joi. Or Anton.

And now: crisps and Zombieland.