It's been an interesting past few days with a lot of seriously unexpected surprises.
I went to get my hair done, the usual trim and colour, and came out with short hair for the first time in 10years. It's strange how hair can be so defining in a way because I actually do feel not quite myself with such short hair.
I went for what I thought would be an hour-or-so run with a friend and ended up in utterly satisfying agony 600metres up a hill, only getting back to my car two and a half hours later.
I went for lunch with a friend to a cafe by the beach while it was raining outside and three hours later we were walking barefoot in the sand under the sweltering afternoon heat, cooling our feet in the crystal blue water.
I went into the bookstore looking for a copy of Salinger's Franny and Zooey and came out an hour later with The Portable Walt Whitman with which I am officially falling in love.
I'm not one to normally like surprises, but surprises such as these I don't mind in the very least. Overall, a pretty great weekend I would have to say.
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