Dear diary, why is it always cold and rainy and full of family obligation on the weekends, but sunny and perfect on Mondays when I have to sit inside all day? I'm tempted to work out on the porch in the sun, but I should really get some stuff done that would be more efficient with two monitors... Maybe this afternoon when I'm winding down on work and want to dabble on my stupid story.

I got a haircut today (well, a fix to some bad decisions that were made previously) and it looks so good, I'm so happy with it. Between that and my giant new tattoo, which I adore more than anything, it feels nice and fresh and spring-y to have a new look. 

I'm restless, I want to go outside and see what stupidity the frost probably did to my tomatoes I hastily planted during my 8-hour-garden-marathon yesterday! I want to go for a long walk in the graveyard. (I didn't get enough miles on my run because I was late for the haircut, but I'd like do something more today.) Last night, I dreamed that I was lost way back in the twisting paths out at Elkhorn, but in the dream logic, they were different and contradictory, and night was coming on. The feeling has stuck around all day. Tomorrow is Mercury Retrograde, a good time for dreams, confusions, and backwards actions. Tonight, I'm making green curry for dinner with lamb.