My heartburn. I thought it was gone but after almost a week of that burning and finally resorting to a night sleeping upright, I’m cryin’ uncle. Pass me the Prilosec. Thinking back to what I’d been eating, I think I can safely point to what triggered it: citrus season. Florida grapefruit, tangerines, limes. Oh and coffee. I skipped coffee yesterday – a weak attempt at quitting. I still had a grapefruit last night and this morning, 2 cups of joe. I like to live life on the edge. Ugh, it sucks to have geriatric issues.

The sis and b-i-l went to Spain and brought me back these. I love them, they’re fun and have just the right dangle.

Even though I have a “usual” hairlady, for the past three haircuts, I’ve gone to three different people. The first was back in July of last year at a Vietnamese barber shop where the lady gave me a rough cut. Not great, but not devastating either considering I couldn’t really communicate much to her. I like to think my wavy hair is pretty forgiving of most haircuts as long as it’s below shoulder length. The next person was in California this past March. It was a bit shorter, lying just below the shoulder, but I liked it and it grew out nicely. Last night, I went to a guy’s house to get my haircut. The community, if you know who to talk to, is chock full of these at-home businesses. You’ll find full fledged hair salons in someones basement or even spas. So he works during the day at some salon charging $65 a haircut but for his basement run gig, it’s only $18. Nice. Only issue, I’m not sure I like my haircut, and I don’t say that often. Here’s the thing, I can’t see when I’m getting a haircut. After the glasses come off, I only tell whoever’s cutting my hair I want it long enough to tie up and bangs or no bangs. Because of that, I’m generally okay with whatever I end up with. This time though, I feel like he fobified me! He styled my hair stick straight like typical nice Asian hair then gave me a layered cut. All I need is the school girl outfit and I’m set for Halloween. I’m going back to Christina next time. She works with my waves.

The hair person’s advice for hair loss – eat more alkali foods such as seaweed and get more sleep. My doctor also advised me that stress can cause your hair to come out.

Great, the dentist is telling me to chill out or my teeth are going to get worn down to nubs, and now my doctor is telling me to chill out or my hair’s gonna fall out!! I need to move to the Caribbean.

I’ve been in a total funk lately. Don’t care about school, don’t care to shop!!! (not that I can afford it anyway), don’t care for anything except maybe getting in my daily exercise. So there’s that at least.

Back in high school when I watched Oprah pretty regularly, I learned that you should keep a log of things you’re thankful for when you’re feeling particularly ungrateful or dissatisfied with the way your life’s going.  So I’m grateful for:

• my job and the flexible hours.
• the people who are still willing to deal with me and my current state of ass.
• beer (nod to Oktoberfest).
• my ability to pronounce most words properly.

I got these two earrings on Telegraph Rd during my last vacation there this March. I was a little worried the one with the rocks would be too heavy but they’re not. At least not wearing them for 2 minutes. How sick is this though? I like standing in front of the mirror cycling through random earrings and admiring them. And taking photos of me wearing them. My life’s theme song goes something like this: “You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you…” Ugh, I don’t even like that song. I just like the lyrics. They speak to me.

This is the quintessential trading in one bad habit for another. Instead of coffee, I turn to tea. So instead of Plants vs. Zombies on the computer, I turn to Fire Emblem on the Wii. And it’s terrible. I keep losing a key character and getting “Game Over,” replaying over and over, getting frustrated, turning it off, turning it back on, and over and over. And now I’m back to PvZ tonight, and tomorrow I’m sure I’ll be firing up that Wii again for more of the same madness. Ay caramba!