Yesterday is like a bad nightmare

Yesterday is like a bad nightmare, stuck in a shopping mall for hours. The late and very spicy dinner at Magnolia had something to do with dreams, the dreams I dreamed last night. I was up. Twice. Weird stuff. Since the characters in the dreams were people I had just exchanged E-mail with, I wouldn’t hesitate to suggest those dreams were a product of spicy food at late hour, an active imagination, and too much mall time. It could also be the fact that I let Kathi the Cappy mess around with my hair, and it has been almost a year since I got it cut, or even trimmed. “You really should let us do this more often,” she said, “it would make it so much nicer.” “Wow, look how long his hair is,” said another hair dresser, “you keep it pulled back. Look at that length.” Kathi pulled my hair out from the bottom, “If you’ll just let me trim it up a little, it will curl up even more.” It’s really hard to say “no” when you’re at the mercy of an expert. As an after thought, though, I think the blue and the green streaks make me look like one particular fishing lure, but I can’t think which one.