There was a brief – less than half a second, really – period yesterday when I was so bored and done with relaxing that I thought it would be good to get back to work.

Now that I’m actually here, I would give most of someone else’s left arm to be at home bored and naked again.

I had fooled myself into thinking perhaps transit wasn’t SO bad and that I would be okay until spring rolled around again, but this morning I realized my folly in a flash of sweaty, uncomfortable insight: the reason I had so much elbow room on the bus/boat/train last week was because every other person had the time off for the holidays. This morning each leg of my journey was stickier than the last, which had nothing whatsoever to do with my unintentional staring at the cute floppy hipster package belonging to the cute floppy hipster dude standing with his crotch right at my eye level.

I am more or less glad to be back to the daily grind, though. I didn’t have the entire holiday season off, but what I DID have was excellent and chockfull of both good times and epic laziness. As well, the end of the festivities brings us that much closer to the start of spring and scooter season. I can’t wait to ride Oscar again, even if he is being a fickle bitch and won’t start because it’s cold and I haven’t ridden since the start of last month.

On Saturday, I took the plunge and dyed my hair with chemicals instead of fucking around with henna. My previously orange hair is now dark purple, and kind of cool. I tried to take a picture, but it doesn’t really look much different on my iPhone so you’ll just have to take my word for it.

So, is it Friday yet?