I bought a blow dryer today. 

This is a big step for me. 

For the past 4 years I've relied on my roommate for this because for the past 4 years blow drying my hair is something I've only done once and a while. 

I always thought it was silly; my hair looks good enough. 

But soon I have to leave all of this and Laura can't come to dry my hair for me anymore. Soon we'll split up all of our stuff for good. Like a strange divorce with a melancholy parting. 

It's also my way of saying to myself that maybe I'm done being so selfish with my time. I'll take 10 minutes to dry my hair if someone would like it that way. The only reason single people are in shape is because we have so much time to spend on ourselves. 

I'd happily gain the weight back if it meant sitting down for dinner instead of sneaking in a run. 

My kitchen is filled with lean cuisines, cans of beans and a couple boxes of rice. I wonder what my favorite kroger lady must think of me when I show up late at night and buy a couple frozen dinners, chocolate and a bottle of wine. 

I've gotten in a habit of going out because I like to be around people and there's never been anyone here at home to be with. I'd happily sit on the porch and read if I had someone to do it with. 

I didn't think such a simple hair product would cause such deep reflection.