Moving our stuff, getting a bob, and giving myself a break

• After I made the very sensible decision to postpone running in the Blackmores marathon until next year so I could complete the requirements for my law subject this semester, I lost all sense and made the questionable decision to move house on the day my next assignment is due.  Actually, I’ll be at work while Eddie supervises the removalists, then I’ll swan in afterwards to complain about the positioning of the boxes and how it took them longer than they said in the quote.  but really, it’s all the packing and cleaning we’ll need to do beforehand that worries me.  My only excuse is that a ginger cat called Rupert made me do it.
• After I had a wee tantrum when a friend told me I should get my hair cut in a bob last year – Long story short, I said I wouldn’t have another bob until I’m old, and as I write that I’m well aware that some would say I already am - I’m seriously considering getting my hair cut in a bob to get rid of all my split-ends.  Even though the thought of cutting off what will take six months to grow back makes me break out in a sweat.
• After I read over the previous bullet point about my hair I had to edit most of it out, and it made me realise just how much I like to talk about my hair.  I loath talking about my weight, your weight, how to lose weight, your latest diet to lose weight, and what you think about how many carbs I eat, but I can talk endlessly about my hair, and your hair, given the opportunity.
• After considering how much I have on at the moment I’ve decided to give myself a break.  That means I won’t be keeping up with facebook and I won’t be updating ‘Our piece of it’ very often for at least five weeks.  Instead, I’ll be keeping up with my study, packing up the house, and quietly panicking.