Not Worth Fighting For?
Mood:  quizzical
Topic: 2008

On Saturday, I wrote a short short story while I colored my hair. 

(Yes, I had promised Hans that I would let my hair be whatever color it wants to be, but I just couldn't stand it!  There was so much gray!  And I had a box of hair color that I bought to use before I went to New York, but then I never got around to it and it was just sitting there saying, "come on, you already spent the money; you know you wanna' do it," and I gave in.  The color is haven't-seen-the-sun-in-48-days-mid-winter-dark-brown, which is really darker and flatter than I like, but it covered the gray and evened things out, and I'm happier.)

The story is only 758 words, which, even for me, is short. 

I let Hans read it on Sunday and he said, "I like it." 

He didn't argue with me about a single word or line or detail. 

It must really suck!