Can’t say I’m all that impressed with the crimping iron. It takes forever to heat up and it doesn’t do the greatest job. I wish the plate were a little wider too, so I didn’t have to do such small sections at a time. It’s adequate enough, though. I don’t crimp my hair very often.

My next trip to the salon will probably be when my Paul Mitchell runs out. I’m a little over half full. I will stop dyeing my hair someday because even the gentler dyes are harsh over time. I think I’ll do this when I make the next big cut to the shoulders. If I ever decide to keep it at the shoulders, then I’ll go back to dyeing it.

The bedroom wax warmer is a definite leaker. After time, little fissures form in the ceramic and glass dishes. I’ll use the lantern warmer in there for now. That one’s metal. Maybe it’ll last longer.

Also, the fucking clock is still blinding. The cellophane is too thin. It’s too hard to apply that many layers. What about taking a purple marker and coloring the bulb inside with it? I could also try coloring clear packing tape. It would be better if this shit were thicker, though. Another reason to wish I didn’t need to sleep with sound machines; I could just ask Alexa the time whenever I woke up and do away with alarm clocks altogether.

My dentist is married to a cop so my latest round of checking Yelp reviews says. Someone defending her against negative comments mentioned she’s an Army Col., a mother, and the wife of a law enforcement officer. I suspect someone she knows wrote this as a means of not only damage control but perhaps a little intimidation as well. She rarely gets negative comments, but the ones she does get are kind of surprising. They basically accuse her of sloppy work and making things worse.

I used to fantasize about being with a cop; something I could’ve seriously regretted had it come to fruition. At least she gets to live that fantasy, whether or not that’s what she had in mind to begin with or not. Cop and dentist. Seems like a bit of an unlikely match. Cops and nurses I can see. That’s kind of common. Once again, though, there’s always someone else destined to live out most of my past, present, and no doubt future fantasies/dreams.

Sometimes I still envy those who seem so normal and wonder how the hell I ended up so not so normal. It seems cruel at times, and I feel punished and cheated, but not like I did when I was younger. It truly does seem that the more “normal” something is, the less likely I am to do/be it. I am as cursed as I am blessed.

I know that someone else is always going to be meant to live that Maui dream, which is basically my only dream right now. I’d like to live in a quieter place, and I’d like to be healthy and happy, but other than that I don’t have any grand plans, but just simple everyday goals. I’ve given up on the weight loss, though. It’s just not going to happen. I am the size I was meant to be and that’s that. All I can do is try to keep from gaining more and keep myself fit.

But I’m not stupid. I know that even if Kathleen really truly liked me and or was hot as hell for me, we could never even be just friends. Watch, she probably won’t even be working there much longer, or maybe the dentist will retire soon. I wonder if her staff will stay there and work for someone else or if they’ll leave? Who knows if there will even be a new dentist in there after she’s gone? Maybe it will be turned into a whole ‘nother business.

Okay, that concludes my self-rambling for the day. Tom will be getting up soon and I’m going to see if he wants to go out walking with me.