If I can wash my hair today, I'll officially consider myself making progress. I've been too weak from nausea and my subsequent lack of food intake to hang my head upside down.

Stupid roots, annoy me will you.

The leaves are turning pretty colours. Ooh. But, it's pitch dark by eight p.m. Rats to that. I hate winter.

Back to work tomorrow. I'm definitely not looking forward to that, after a four-day weekend.

I'm tired of bitching. If I have the money and the energy, I think I'll go shopping next weekend.