hmmmm......

I spent many hours last night searching and posting to Internet personals services; I'm going stir-crazy here in Vegas. This morning I woke with a dream in my head of a outdoor musical production that I was the lead in. I had a gorgeous singing voice, but the production was awful. Is there a connection here? Maybe.

I headed out the other side of Sahara Ave. on a whim to get my hair cut finally. It's been getting kinda shaggy. While I was scheduled with "Frank" on the phone, I wound up, to my chagrin, with "Emily." I was pleased. Women always seem to do a better job with my hair; karma I guess.
Emily is a tall stunning Utah born redhead. She also does a scalp massage and neck massage when she washes your hair. Yum! And jeez, was that needed. Oh yeah, she also did a fab-o job with my hair. So here's a free plug-

Brand New Look- 1811 S. Jones, Las Vegas, NV. 89102. 702.362.2979.
Ask for Emily. Tell her ya found about her on my web site. She'll getta giggle.

Update:

I'm moving Friday- Jack's apartment is wonderful. One bedroom, spacious, close to my kids. We're building a small kitchen into it.

I stopped by Border's Books on my way home from getting cut yesterday; picked up Rimbaud's "A Season in Hell & Illuminations" compilation and John Lanchester's "The Debt to Pleasure."
It's been a while since I've read Rimbaud, I heard a calling though- somewhere from ether- saying "get Season in Hell." Dunno why. If I figure it out, I'll let you know.