Hair Woes

I just called to get a hair appointment in my old neighborhood (because I haven't been there enough yet). I haven't seen Franco in seven weeks and figured it was time. But when I called, I found out the devastating news. He moved back to Spain. Dammit. I have never been in such a hair crisis. I'm supposed to go to this thing tonight at this place called Luxx. It's got drag kings and girls and blah, blah, blah. I'm actually not in the mood to go. Places like this are always better for me when I have someone "By My Side." So, um, yeah. I wasn't too happy with my post yesterday and this one is about to verge on much worse. So I'm gonna get out of it. Will I finish Freud today? Well, I hope so for fuck's sake. I've only got one more essay to read. I'll find a spot in Manhattan today after I take care of my hair and just read, read, read, and listen to music and write to my heart's content. By the way, Elzbieta suggested I look at New School's Ph.D. programs in Philosophy and Political Science....yeah, right.