Out of wack
The last two weeks have been insane. I've been back and forth across the country, bed ridden for 48 hrs, lost my sense of humor and most alarmingly--hair style.
The travel was great. Actually, I hardly saw New York, but that's not even the point because the good stuff is having so many of my peoples in one room, bar or at least one city. It inspires warm, fuzzy, Hallmark-type feelings. Yes, I am a big cheeze-head. Hey, I miss my friends. It also left me with surreal images of overflowing vats of chicken parts, a reaffirmation of my love of Brooklyn, confirmation that Star Wars Episodes I and II were boring, and a collective peek into the fabulous life of Kimora Beat-yo-ass Lee Simmons.
Back in the 510, Julian, J.Mo and I spent a lovely day eating and roaming around Oakland. Then...all hell broke loose. I'm sick, have been unable to catch-up at work, weathering severe separation anxiety over the departure of one of my co-workers (she's going back to skool) and wondering how/when it will ever end. I don't like to taint Lunamania with work. Generally, we are a blog of the good things in life, but the current state of my relationship to work are poking holes in Lunamania's borders. Gots to go find me some Minutemen. ok, that wasn't funny.
My hair is also unfunny. We have long surpassed Chia-status. I have gone up 2 hat sizes without steroids. Resistance via hair products is futile. Help me.
