Attempt at ponytail: fail
I put in a tiny little ponytail this afternoon--it's the first time I could put most of my short hair up and have it stay. I figured I could wear it for a couple hours before it started hurting my scalp.
Scratch that plan: it's been twenty minutes and I'm taking the thing down. Boo!
Little annoyances like this of course don't matter in the grand (or not-so-grand) scheme of life, but they really bug me. I can't even wear a ponytail if I want to! I can't sit in a friend's house if a scented candle is lit! I can't wander into a bar where smoking is allowed even if I love the band that's playing! Wah, wah, wah.
Can you tell when a migraine attack is coming?