September 30, 2004. I have already gotten an answer to my mysterious hair dilemma (that is, the sudden appearance of bangs). Apparently it is my hair growing back after I lost so much of it after childbirth (for those of you who haven't given birth: nobody tells you that great clumps of hair fall out for about six months after your kid is born). Who would have thought? Hair growth. I just assumed it was some sort of damage. Or the little scissor elves who sneak into your bedroom at night.

September 29, 2004. I went to a Yamuna Body Rolling class today. I'm still not entirely sure what I thought. It was definitely one of those classes when you spend half the time completely unsure if you're doing it properly. There were definitely some things (mainly on my legs) that felt amazing. And some things kind of hurt a lot. We'll see how I feel tomorrow. It was also a little distressing when the teacher told us that it was normal to feel numbness, tingling, a sensation of heat, or extreme nausea, even two days after taking the class. Part of me is incredibly alarmed by this, but another part of me thinks, "Well, that's how I'll know it's working. I figure I'll take it a few more times to see how it feels, since it's not really fair to judge something like that after just one class.

P.S. I've enlarged the font here on World of Julie. Do you like it, or does it seem too big?

September 28, 2004. Very strange development today. I suddenly have bangs. How does this happen? I went to yoga (parent/baby yoga!), came back, happened to look in the mirror, and noticed that my hair seemed to be styled oddly. It was in a ponytail, but had some kind of odd swoopage going on in the front. I pulled a bit at the swoopage, and there they were! Bangs! Not full-on bangs, but definitely more than my usual wispy bits. It really looks like someone snuck up on me while I was sleeping and cut me some bangs. Which I would suspect, except for the fact that I'm never actually sleeping. I guess it could be some sort of mass hair breakage, but I've never heard of that happening before.

The worst part is that I really don't like the way it looks. Since I had Henry (well, even before I had Henry), I have this ongoing fear that I will become a Boring Mommy. As each day goes by, and I sink more and more into the Abyss of Incredibly Tired, I can feel Boring Mommy take over. Sometimes I don't have the energy to talk about anything more interesting than diapers and how cute my kid is. I really don't want to be Boring Mommy. But now, suddenly, I have Boring Mommy hair (with the bangs, I mean). Is my body spontaneously morphing into who it thinks I'm becoming? If I started listening to, say, a lot of late 70s punk, would I wake up with a spiky mohawk? Is there a way to get my body to spontaneously give me flat, rock-hard abs, or is it only my hair that has a mind of its own?

September 22, 2004. You, too, can live forever! According to an article on the possible benefits of coffee consumption in the Fall 2004 issue of Eating Well (a magazine I wholeheartedly support, by the way), "...retirees who drank at least one cup of coffee a day were 10 percent less likely to die."

September 17, 2004. The exciting news here is that I actually managed to successfully load Dreamweaver onto my new laptop, and even figured out how to get all my website files onto said laptop. I remember, when I was initially setting up my website, that figuring out the whole FTP connection thing took days. Luckily I took particularly stringent notes at the time, so it only took five minutes to set up this time. And, thus, I am able to update right now while sitting on my living room floor (wireless! wahoo!).

September 15, 2004. Well, now that Scott has shamed me into updating, I guess I have to write something. I think it had gone on too far, you know? I hadn't written anything in so long, that I was tempted to just write "Nothing happened today" and leave it at that.

And really, what has happened? Oh, you know, stuff and things. If I have any readers left, do they really want to hear more about my increasingly cute baby, how library school is a lot of work but I love it, how the house is coming along slowly but surely? And if I have any "stories" are they worth telling, totally, as stories? I'm not David Sedaris. Do you really want to read some lengthy entry about the guy I saw who looked like the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons, wearing a t-shirt that read, "My IQ test came back negative"? Do you want to read my ramblings about how the dental hygienist today said I had the 'mouth and tooth structure' of Kate Moss? Ah, dear, faithful reader, I could try to spin those yarns into longer paragraphs that pretended to be meaningful, but really, I think the information I have given you here is enough. I will not insult your intelligence or borrow any more of your time. And here, I have now finally updated, thus breaking through whatever barriers were preventing me from writing. We'll see if I can manage to put words here somewhat regularly, or if this post languishes here until the new year.