I'm playing about with my hair for the Friday ceremony, sine I have the awesome responsibility of doing it myself. Last night I used the new version of those pink foam rollers to tie my hair up and sleep with it in these foam bricks, the new version of what my grandma used to call "putting your hair up in rags". This morning I woke up and took them out and looked like Jonbenet Ramsey. Giant masses of curls all ove the place, I felt like I needed a little chair and lash to keep it in place. It's definitely curlier than hot rollers, now I just have to decide what to do with it.

Preparing to move is weird. I'm trying to sort through all my stuff and get it down to the minimum before I move, so there's less to sort through later when I move in. My fridge is empty except for some mustard and five half-empty bottles of salad dressing, but I don't want to go shopping since I know I'll just end up throwing most of it away. I can either shop for one loaf of bread or food for three months, there's no real in-between for me. Until I do go, Jimmy John's and Quiznos are my friends.

They assigned me a 'moving consultant' named Nancy Fantasia. I can't imagine a better drag queen name, but her voice was sadly not husky at all. I was all set to ask for decorating tips.