No seriously, it's hotter than balls in my apartment. The thermostat says "82 degress", the bastard. It doesn't feel like it to me but because I can read the actual temperature I'm schmootsing. Avery's (my 8 year old son) is in bed claiming that I starve him to death in order to torture him. Because that's what I lay in bed thinking about. Torturing him.
Tomorrow morning I drop the larva off at the Boys & Girls Club for the last day of spring break and meet up with people who are setting up the Binghamton STAR IDOL (http://radiobase1.clearchannel.com/front/OpenContest.asp?Action=Login&SurveyID=62837&zx=729) which I am going to be doing the hair for the finalists. Yay! Not going to lie, the financial commitment on my end is a bit painful but I've already heard my name on the radio! I have to find something fun to wear tomorrow so I look like the hip awesome hairdresser that I am. I think.
Work has been so slow. I neeeeeeeed to get more butts in my chair. If only I lived in a larger city.
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