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Last night I had this dream where Brad Pitt showed up where I worked and was feeling sad and I being a kind and lovely person was the only one who could comfort him. Mind you I can't seem to even cheat on Mr. Jenner in my dreams for the most part I was able to comfort Brad Pitt. It mostly seemed to consist of playing footsie and telling him he is a perfectly nice person. (okay and letting him fondle my breasts but that just shows you how selfless I am as a person if that is what it takes to make Brad Pitt feel better)
Of course I don't even find Brad Pitt all that attractive.

Enjoy that silliness. Now I am off to work.

Samuel Pepys goes to hair salons

I went to work bright and early this morning and managed to wade through a number of books. A customer came up to me and asked if there are any places near by to get one's hair done. I suppose she didn't notice Gene Juarez out on Pine. (a bit difficult to miss) I told her that upstairs there was the Anthony Lawrence salon. She asked if it was any good and I said that I had my hair done there (and by done I get the occasional trim and layering) and in fact a number of the girls that work here get their hair done there. (because we get a 20 percent discount) She then looked at my hair (thankfully she didn't touch it) for a moment and said, "thanks. I think I will go there."
Boy....she is brave to go there based on how my hair was looking this morning. I had not even brushed it. I had it in a loose knot. Thank goodness I remembered to wash it a day ago.

I suppose I should be useful and organized and get my laundry done or address some of the wedding invitations. Or I could just procrastinate and look at stuff online.