Here And Now

Don't mean to scare you with the deathlike selfie, but um, hello.  Are you well?  I hope so.  We all deserve to be well.

I might appear pissed in this photo, but rest assured that it's only because I'm freaking tired as hell all the time.  This is a shit time.

When I saw this shot of myself, taken at 11:11 pm last Friday night, I immediately thought, goodness, Julia, get your shit together, woman!  For starters, how about a little girl grooming?  There are, ahem, areas, that require your attention.  My eyebrows have been left to their own surly ways for um, gosh, nearly six months.  My locks haven't seen a blade in over a year.  I don't remember the last time I put on some blush or eyeliner or even the most non-committal of all make-up products: tinted lip gloss.

The thing is, as long as I'm clean and don't have a booger hanging out of my nose, I'm usually just dainty.  It's enough for me.  That being said, I know how good it can feel when your hair's did and your nails did, too.  But day in and day out, I feel ready for the day with just my ponytail and facial moisturizer; the fact that I'm thinking of ways to look better in hopes of feeling better signals that I'm pretty beat.  I guess it's time to pay a visit to the lady who can shape my eyebrows again.  She'll probably tell me to take better care of myself, like she did last time.  You gotta love women who weren't raised in America.  They tell it like it is, without any filter whatsoever.

Are you looking forward to the long weekend?  Because I sure am.  I'm usually meh about long weekends, but damn, am I hungry for this one.  I need it.  I'm going to turn everything off, light some candles, and soak in a hot bath.  Every night.  That's my idea of living it up.  Hopefully it'll be the beginning of getting rid of this death look.  As you can see, it's very unbecoming.