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Last night, I had some wierd anxiety dream about getting my hair cut. Funny thing is, I actually did have a haircut appointment this morning. There was no anxiety about it, though...I like getting my hair cut.

I feel like I'm finally getting out of this funk. I'm not even sure what was bothering me really, but I'm pretty sure my body was still fighting off some kind of virus. That might have had something to do with my mood. Everybody around me has been sick lately, and I've been trying to avoid it. So far, so good.

The other night at the bar, I drank something I haven't had in a long time...Guinness. Mmmm mmm good. Dare I say...Brilliant!