Happy Wintereenmas!
In celebration, my hair is an ever stranger shade of red. I do not believe this one could be conceived “natural”, although it is not precisely unnatural.
I am tired. I slept plenty, but the times I sleep keep changing. However, I got the W-2 from one of this year’s employers, and that is good.
Reminder to self: make sure Dad knows to forward my W-2 from Hell. I mean, the 7-Eleven.







