I wrote something awhile ago that was a two paragrah rant about my hair. It was fine as it was written. THEN I took an Ambien, which take forever to work for me. Two hours later I was getting sleepy and decided to stumble my way down the hall, crashing into doorways in the process and write a blog entry.
Sounds like a dandy idea, no?
Here is what it was supposed to look like:
My hair behaves as if it is having a perpetual temper tantrum. The worst part is that I sense a definite passive-aggressive quality to it. If I try to encourage the curl I get these freaky (AND FRIZZY) straight parts.
BUT-if I try to straighten my hair, these waves and curls come popping through like weeds in an otherwise passable garden.
Is that hostility or passive-aggression?
GREAT, now my hair has me questioning my knowledge of psychology, too.
So much for crowning glory, huh?
Much better than the Ambien-induced drivel you can read below:
(And, no, for the record, I have no idea how one little Ambien turned me into a drunken Irish pirate with a lisp.)