blonde cylon

It's Sunday, and I'm washing my clothes again. I sort of decided yesterday that I wasn't going to work on the weekend anymore. Than I had a stupid dream, where I was working at the spa. and now I'm thinking I will go back. The dream was really positive, so it feels like sort of a sign.

I mean, I don't get all that much writing done. I had all yesterday, and I did very little. But then again, at least I am being thorough and going over it again and again.

I was ripping out my eyebrows yesterday. It is like the worst habit in the world. I am going to have to try to stop myself, before I succumb to high blood pressure. I also had a caramel latte last night, and drank the whole bloody thing at my computer. That was really stupid. It made me so jittery. I thought I was going to have a heart attack last night, as I went to sleep.

Instead of writing, I watched Battlestar Gallactica on Hulu, and then argued with this writer on Gawker.com. He's in love with stupid Starbuck, who's okay, but I really like number Six. I think she is so great. I like her because of the one episode, where she went back to occupied Caprica and started talking to a ghost of Baltar. It was so fascinating. I think she is so much more interesting than Baltar, but they want her to be the hot blonde.

They need to give her a new wig, though. It's starting to look ratty.