Monday, Monday

I'm only thirty-seven pages into Infinite Jest and I am mesmerized. Even though I'm not entirely sure what's going on. The Subaru has a slow leak on the right, rear tire. I must get it fixed today. I would be seriously annoyed to go out to the garage when I have somewhere I need to be and find it flat rather than low. I'll bring the book. I made French toast and bacon for breakfast. So I may be mildy confused and think that it's Sunday the rest of the day. Not that my hair is particularly important, but I'm thinking about just trimming up the front myself and letting the rest of it grow. Since I can't seem to find someone who can cut it properly, I figure I can't do any worse than the professionals. And lately I've either been pulling it back or slapping on a baseball cap. Maybe if I get on the slippery slope of being lax about my appearance, friends will get together, do a style intervention, and finagle a free makeover for me on a national tv show! And finally, I wonder if I'll get quicker service at the tire shop if I wear that cute little denim skirt...