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    1. Wednesday, September 22

      by , 04-16-2022 at 07:37 PM
      Iím at work when an older white man comes in looking for some books. He is overweight and Iím not sure if heís in a chair or a walker or just extremely hunched over. The books heís looking for are obscure and Iím pretty certain we wonít have them. We go to look for them (I think itís 3-4), and the main room of this building actually looks more like a cave or cavern. Now weíre in what looks mostly like the local section, looking in a bin called Ďvariousí. This is where I think weíll most likely find his books. He is looking for a Zola, and we find one. The cover mentions something about Hell, and it seems very mature and somewhat occult, which is not what I thought Zola was. In this bin, there is also what looks like paperwork and/or mail. Looking through all of it, I see something addressed to me. Itís something about a gun permit. I think itís very old, as in back when I hunted, or a CCW, which I donít remember ever getting.

      Iím getting my hair cut by Tess. I think sheís talking to someone, and sheís doing a very haphazard job. She finishes quickly and then says something about it being good if Iím an entertainer. Running my hands over it, it is textured but extremely smooth.
      Tags: books, haircut, work
    2. Friday, June 12

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:39 PM
      Iím going with Makayla to get her hair cut. We are at what looks like an apartment complexís outdoor pool. There may be some others here. Makayla sits in a chair near the water, and it is Tess what shows up to cut her hair. Iím aware that my hairís getting a little long, and I wonder if she'll trim it really quick. It doesnít seem like sheís going to. I think my hair is quite longer than I ever keep it, maybe a few inches all around. It feels coarse.
      Tags: hair, haircut, pool, water
    3. Monday, July 22

      by , 07-24-2019 at 07:30 PM
      I think I am outside? when I realize that I had a haircut appointment on the second of July that I completely forgot to go to. I briefly see my calendar (at Dadís?) and see it written on the second, along with the other stuff Iím doing this month. I think I missed it because thatís when we were in Portland, but itís still hard for me to believe that Iíd just miss an appointment. I realize that itís been a week or so since the second. I consider texting her but am not sure if sheíd even still want my business. Now I am considering growing my hair out. Dad is brushing his fingers through it, telling me that it naturally parts in the middle. I think Mom and Makayla also express that they like it longer, a bit excited at the prospect. I think about what it was like long, weighing the pros and cons. Itís already getting a bit long, so I think I decide Iím going to grow it out.
      Tags: hair, haircut