no more returns! ever!

i really hate returns. for those who do not know, and care, returns is what happens in all bookstores when one takes off the olde books and sends them back to the supplier to get either pulped or sent out again to another bookstore, in exchange for credit. it's important in running a bookstore, and possibly the most tedious, vile task to do, as it is time consuming, painstaking, and easy to muck up by either one of the multiple websites one needs to check to see if the title is actually returnable, or by just putting the wrong book in the pile. and, obviously, it's the ten copies of something like 'girls night in, number 4' that can't be returned.

lachlan is cuddled up on my shoulder, all soft and cuddly like a little koala. i had a deeply satisfying nap in the afternoon, after heading down to the powerhouse and being underwhelmed by the music. not that it was bad, just.... not at all interesting to me. still, there was a great sized crowd.

i am feeling filled with Righteous Indignation over the state of publicly funded arts websites. when was the last time the YAQ site was updated? looks to me like it was around MARCH. and backbone arts. where is a simple, clear 'what we do' section. maybe more people would be accessing these units if they were set up clearly and logically. frustrating.

it's HAIRCUT TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love getting haircuts! yay! i have been growing my hair for a LONG TIME. it is below my shoulders. i have realised that is is like an ocean of black around my face, and i am kinda getting lost in it. it's just sort of confusing looking. i could keep going with the whole hair growing thing, so i can do the cool 'hair flipping of long black hair in a suave and sophisicated manner' but that is really kinda stupid motivation for keeping going with all the additional care and grooming that long hair requires. yes, i have thought about this more than i should have. i think about my hair a lot. this is pathetic-ish. everyone needs to read 'rapunzel's daughters' - a book looking at the relationship between women and their hair. it's a facinating relationship.

i justify my irrational interest in my hair by the fact that i walk to work, and have at least 40 minutes a day of walking to ponder things like hair and shoes as markers of femininity and so forth. makeup falls into a similar category. i feel really please that i can go out now, to 'good' places when i've dressed up, without makeup. happily. my acne scarring and ickyskinness is no longer bothering me too much.

More Painting Time Tonight! jollification!