Twelve.

1. I think my spirit is broken.

How did this happen?

I had to force myself to do it this time.

I didn’t really feel like doing it though.

So, here it is, my twelfth hair color of the year:

It’s kind of a reddish dark brown. And it is color number twelve for the year.

Seriously, I didn’t really feel like doing it, but a goal is a goal, so I forced myself to buy a box and dye it. I have officially accomplished my goal of twelve hair colors in twelve months although I probably will go one more time this year for the heck of it. Maybe I’ll shave my head for the New Year. Who knows.

2. I went Christmas shopping on Saturday, which meant that I ended up buying a bunch of clothes for myself. Those included the cute furry hoodie I am wearing above and a sweater with the furriest furry collar ever. I look like a puppy dog. Someone should pet me.

3. I went to Houlihans with Jen, Nad, and Adam on Friday night. A snippet of a conversation:
me: I need to be in the city because there are no single guys our age here.
Nad: yeah, they are all married or gay, right?
Adam: yeah, I was on the fence for a bit, but I decided to get married.
Nad: Well you do like Madonna
Adam: her early stuff was good