There is a distinction

I'm struggling to navigate the constant pro/con list that is sharing a bed with another person. There is just about nothing better than reaching over in the morning to find the warm body of your beloved to sync up with....except reaching over to find empty space to stretch into.

I had originally written, when I meant to send this out on Wednesday, "Hair cut today, which means I'll spend too much time trying to find a picture of something fresh and sassy and then walk out of the salon poorer but looking the exact same. But hey, they do massage your head for about five minutes." I actually do look different, though - it's a lot shorter and a lot blonder, and I went ahead and had my eyebrows tinted because I've wanted to try that forever. Will let you know when I decide if I like it or not. And I did get that massage.

I did something earlier this week that I'm a mixture of amused by and ashamed of. I ordered this, and I dig it pretty hard but I don't know if I can leave the house in it because it's pretty #instagrambasic (not to be confused with #pinterestbasic: example 1, example 2). As L and I discussed, there *is* a distinction, and you eventually have to choose a side.

Other updates:

• I have a second interview with a start-up I applied to, and they say on their website that they wear shorts to work...I'll give up some vacation for that. Just kidding. This is Europe, so I'll get a crapton of vacation, no matter what. And free healthcare (the horror!).
• I have been denied initial interviews for FOUR roles at universities. Thank God I'm starting to see the humo(u)r in it, but I'm kind of dumbstruck - applying for a student immigration officer role (as a reminder, have 7 years of experience doing that) and if this doesn't result in an interview, I'll be taking my grievances straight to HRH.
• Last night we went for a curry and man, that's a true test of love. We spent the rest of the evening saying "don't touch me" and smelling like an intensified version of what we'd just eaten because my goodness, you smell it even more once you're out of it.
• The weekend is, again, gloriously free, and I'm starting to relax as we have them because they just may become fairly normal.  

Have a wicked weekend.