Sunday morning

(This post was hand-written around two hours ago.)

A sure sign that one has not have enough sleep: forgetting if one has shampooed right after one has taken a 30-minute bath. And even now, 3 hours later from taking the said trip to the shower room, I'm still clueless if I really did pour Head & Shoulders to my hand and frothed my hair with said shampoo.

I remember using the conditioner, though. Hard to forget, that part, because squeezing and extracting what remained of an almost empty conditioner tube to the point of cutting the said container apart just to glean the last shreds of air-softening chemicals out of it and having my thick mane of black hair covered to satisfaction took maybe 15 minutes.

Later today I'll know for sure: If the hair ain't gonna be bouncy and feather light enough, the alleged morning shampooing episode most probably never took place. Unfortunately, later today, I'll be performing in a musical and my hair will be hard pressed to give a most graceful appearance. It must not dissapoint... even if, I'll actually be wearing a cloth to cover my hair just like the women of Bible times.

Wait, my head's going to be covered. I probably wouldn't even be recognizable with a headgear that's going to show only my face.

Haha!

Here I am worrying and writing about whether I shampooed or not when it wouldn't matter much anyway. And worrying and writing so when I should've been listening to and pondering about the pastor's sermon (I'm at the church, you see.)

Must definitely be lacking in sleep.