It turns out, my hair is no longer wash-and-go. I had to spend about 10 minutes this morning with a curling iron, which is a waste because it’s raining now. I suddenly recollected haircuts of the past I did not like, where the layers were cut too high and too short, so that unless I curled my hair, the shorter layers would bend in odd directions and press the longer layers against my head and then poke out toward the end. =P I guess I’ll just have to get up a bit earlier now until my hair grows out a bit more. I expect it to be wash-and-go again in another month or two.

A problem with Southern California drivers when it’s damp or sprinkling outside is that they don’t know how to handle their cars anymore. The freeway drivers are as aggressive as ever and tend to hydroplane. The surface street drivers slow to half the speed they normally drive. I drive approximately 7 miles on all surface streets to work (I have no freeway alternative), 6 of those 7 miles are driven thru an area where it seems everyone on the road in the mornings are blue-haired retired people in their 70s and 80s chugging along obliviously in 1960 Oldsmobiles and Buicks. By obliviously, I mean that they’ll drive right alongside someone in the other lane (the road is 2-laned only), both cars going 30 mph, for miles. They are unaware that the light in front is green and they’ll go so frustratingly slow until the light turns yellow and they stop, when they had more than enough time to have made it thru the green, but now everyone’s stopped. Once we hit one red, we hit almost all the rest of the 33 lights, it just works that way. And we can’t get around them, because the moment one gains a little ground on the other one so that you think you can get in the other lane, we hit another red light and have to start over. Or, just as I’m finally able to get around a slow car and have a clear lane ahead, another oblivious old driver in front slowly merges over into my lane and gets in my way, blocking me off before I could get my stupid 4-banger to pick up any torque. My next car is definitely gonna be at least a V-6.

And then when I get to work, there are idiots dropping people off while perpendicular to both entrances into the parking structure so that they block everybody off while their obese passenger takes his/her sweet time coming out, orbiting around the car and wobbling off the street. They can’t pull forward 10 more feet or pull up against the sidewalk so that they don’t block off 6 cars trying to get into the structure?! Then when I’m trying to get thru the metal detectors in the courthouse entrance, I’m significantly delayed by either a mom trying to herd her 6 children into the detectors, or by some idiotic man who needs to drop every coin from his pockets onto the tray for the x-ray machine, one coin at a time, or by some fat chick who suddenly goes from the detector archway back to the x-ray belt because she thinks that unless she puts her pack of cigarettes onto the tray, it’d set off the metal detector. There is a side line for employees and attorneys only so that we can get ahead of the general public when there’s a line. But this shortcut isn’t very well enforced because the general public in the geographical area this courthouse services are angry large minority people who block employees off with their large bodies and larger handbags as if their very lives depended on letting no one cut in front of them, and the new security people at the detectors don’t do a damn thing about it.

*growl*

Ah, yes. PMS in full swing. I’m gonna be a lot of fun this weekend.