Nailed

Home sweet home. So happy to sleep in my own bed again, mostly because there was no wind howling at the windows.

To immerse myself in city life again I went to Ocean Terminal. I may have bought some clothes.

I finally dealt with my roots. As much as I like having darker hair the bit where my bath looks like a murder scene is not good. The water will never run clear...

The photo is a creepy rendition of my home manicure. I need to decide of the cracked nails are cool or tacky. Apparently having the ring finger different is the thing. I'm such a slave to fashion.

Tomorrow brings work, and perhaps news on my application. I am therefore having some wine to calm my nerves. It's medicinal...