Got my hair done Saturday. Hi-lites, low-lites, new cut. The cut looked really nice after TE fixed it Saturday. I, on the other hand, am having trouble getting the hang of making it look fabulous. I blame it on not having an extra set of arms and hands protruding from my back.

This morning, I went to the dentist. Had the teeth scraped. I always feel so guilty while the hygentist is scraping...and scraping...and scraping. I usually wind up apologizing and promising to brush better for the next six months. But everytime I do, she says, "oh please you have wonderful teeth, you should see some of our bad patients." Then the dentist comes in and he always says the same thing, "we don't like patients like you, if everyone had teeth like yours, we'd go out of business."

I'm trying to make the most of my inflated self-image while I can. I plan on going to black-belt class this evening. By 8 p.m., my self-image will be shattered and laying in pieces on the do-jang mats.