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Work came and went, the new season of RuPaul's Drag Race premiered tonight and I still have to cut my hair.

7:51AM: I love getting paid earlier than the average person, thank you chime.

I have this eerie feeling that from this day forward until the end of winter my nose will consistently drop and keep its current congestion. I pray for that to not be the case.

9:16AM: I started work

8:36PM: Sitting on my leather couch. Stoned. Naruto plays on the television as background noise and the living room still carries a breeze with two heaters on. This is living, in the modern century. While the world falls apart and terrorism seems to lurk behind every privileged wall as we carry ourselves with an opinion about everything except a "thank you" for the protection we continue to perpetuate our own problems and blame others. .

Tomorrow I will wear my synthetic hair into the office. It'll make me feel better about the feelings of impending doom I can't seem to shake... Why is that?

My new hair came in the mail today. May the metamorphosis begin! Undecided on whether I should commit with the hair cut or push it off until tomorrow, after work. Absolutely undecided which has a top result thus far of not cutting my hair.

I've been undecided on a drag name for decades and I no longer want to wait until I've settled on one to begin my most extreme creative expression(s).

"The new year started on a monday. Even though we are always amongst ourselves and seem to still feel alone, I will always love myself enough to want to move forward.

My life is creative and passionate. I am passionate - I ooze creativity.

The future is abundant. The future is elevated. The future is now.

Libra Sun. Aries Moon. Virgo Rising.

3:57PM: The cannabis I consume is everlasting. Immortal DNA -

I am strong. I am healthy. I am beautiful.

8:31PM: I will only follow what feels genuinely right in my intuition, vowing to let everything else go."