This is not an auspicous start to my blog, but killing time at 11pm on a Monday night whilst waiting for my boss to return the UMPTEENTH version of a document usually leads me into dark pits of self-pity and moaning. I was intending to launch my collection of elegant musings/diseased rants with a small coterie of friends (okay, maybe just Andy), and a fine spread of lemon cordial and homebrand cheese on vitawheats. Guess that promising shindig will just have to wait until later!

For reasons explicable only to me, I decided to go "no 'poo" on Saturday. And no, it doesn't mean I am actively clenching but, as an experiment, I decided to forgo shampoo for once and wash my hair with bicarb soda.* It turned out better than I expected. The fragrance of the apple cider vinegar rinse was more suggestive of hobo essence than herbal essence, but there was reasonable texture and shine.

But, two days of dusty renovations (and a suprise porthole into the loungeroom wall later, thanks Reno King Andy!) and a highly stressful day at work later, I'm well and truly resembling the Pantene before shot. Add to that the pasty complexion brought on by my dinner of a fruit and nut chocolate bar and packet of chips, and my red-rimmed eyes as evidence of having my will to live vacuumed out of my brain by 14 hours in front of an LCD monitor, and I think I almost resemble this lady:

And she looks pretty good compared to me right now. I want to go home. Sad face.

* Apparently you can also make your own toothpaste with bicarb soda mixed with a little sea salt. Just perfect for that "seagull shitting in my mouth" taste. Now where do I find a birch twig to replace my toothbrush?