So, this morning I was actively procrastinating. I mean, I had the [blank] document open, I had a note pad with today’s writing plans set out, I even moved all the books to my workspace [aka my kitchen table]. And after getting all of that accomplished, I decided to curl my hair a little with the flat iron. I mean, I’m going out tonight and finals always kind of makes me feel like a slob. So that’s what I did. I worked on the hair in shifts–which is always a good plan to keep my arms from getting sore–and worked on papery stuff in between hair layers. And when I finished, I was a little shocked (as I always am) that I ended up with rodeo queen curls. That just seems to be my hair’s immediate default, especially now that it’s layered. But I shook it out a little and let gravity do its work and it turns out that I am having an awesome hair day. Which is utterly silly, but a good hair day during finals is practically a miracle. Hegemonic hair has transformed into heroic hair. So I did the only rational thing and donned my Captain America shirt. And now . . . to writing!
