should i reserve an ark?

today in new york, it's raining cats and dogs. it's raining ibixes and gazelles. tigers and euphrates. rhinos and lions.

it's wet. very, very wet.

for an antithetical pisces such as my self, it's hellish. the rain is going sideways and i hate being wet. there is no escape!

and now, we're coming up on 11:30. i've effectively wasted the morning, and here is my agenda for the foreseeable future:

1. read lots about cowboy bebop. i'm both curious and intrigued.

2. send directions to newroommate as to where we're picking up the table.

3. pray it stops raining by 8pm.

4. continue to ponder this strange quasinarcolepsy from which i seem to be suffering. last night, i passed out on the couch at about 7:30. slept until 10:30. discovered i was still absolutely exahusted and then went to bed. at 10:30. and still slept through my alarm. this is not normal. my thinking is this: i'm either sick, reacting to low light, preparing for winter, finally hitting the bottom of the energy reserves that have been supporting this sleepless lifestyle of mine, or i've been poisoned. options one and four seem the most likely, i think.

in other news... i have a new haircut. i'm quite pleased with it. it's not much of a change--just got rid of the completely fried bits, got some bangs (or a fringe, for those of you yet to master the american language. which, yes, is absolutely its own language bearing only a passing resemblance to english). it's not so bad. the guy who cut it gave me a free blow-dry (ordinarily something like $7 at the astor place hair mecca) because he liked me. always exciting. so now, i've got this sort of shaggy quasi-70's rachel shag feather thing. kind of.