Bush of Gray Hair

I have decided to start yoga exercises.

Spent 37 hours without sleep and had the stylist saying to me that I've got a bush of freaking gray hair on the left side...Yikes! gray hair?

Realised that I have overworked.

Well, 12 hours of the 37 hours weren't work-related. Three outings occurred during those 12 hours and it actually helped me to relax and not think about my buggery bullocky boss for a bit (and complaining about snooty bosses with friends). Saw a play performed by drama students, then had a long chat with a friend; and then saw drag queens with friends. Had breakfast at 5 and stayed in the Kingdom for about 2 hours before going to work (yes on a Sunday...it was the stupid French language diploma test thingie). Thought I'd be able to go home but I'd booked a hair appointment so had to get my hair cut. As I laid down to have my hair shampooed, a friend rang to say that some actor just went to their cafe alone and that I should come by right away...

Right, I normally would shrug off suggestions like that but maybe because I was totally lacking sleep, I became so hyped up and all (it wasn't even Sarah Cracknell! She's probably the only person I'd really like to meet in person) and I started speaking really fast.

Alas, I missed him. It wasn't meant to be. But everyone was surprised with my reaction when I got the phone call...Normally I'd not overreact with some celebrity but seriously, it was the lack of sleep that did it.