Beauty

           Right now I am sitting in a big, comfy chair. There is only one drawback. I have a curler jabbing into my forehead. See, I spent over an hour last night putting these in, and not until I was putting the last on in did I realize that I would have to sleep with them attach to my noggin. So I wake up this morning in the same exact position I fell asleep. Alternative positions were not available unless I wanted to have permanent curling bristles in my forehead. I now think to myself, "Self, what the heck is wrong with you?!?!?!" Why would someone do this! Most likely, I will take these curlers out and my hair will end up frizzy and very short, not turning out anything like I had planned. That my dear friends is the joy of beauty. You spend hours doing torturous work, wasting your time for sleep, and you realize then, and only then, that the look you were going for is completely undo able by your own nonstrategic hands. Wonderful. I now get to face the day looking like Foxy Cleopatra from Austin Powers. Joy....just the look I was going for.