Apr 14 2010
It’s been a while since I plastered my face all over your RSS reader and/or friends page, so here’s an attractive shot from today taken just before I left the office:
Still undecided about the hair on top. May be meeting with a hair-dresser friend early next week and if so will get some professional advice. Meanwhile, any suggestions?
Apr 10 2010
Wouldn’t you just be honoured to wake up next to this monstrosity?
The beast (hair!!) needs to be tamed. I may be some time.
Apr 06 2010
Thought I’d try something different with the hair today to try and get the sodding stuff out of my eyes:
Apr 05 2010
Brian asked how the facial hair was going (or should that be ‘growing’? arf!). So I took this picture especially for him, because he’s beautiful and fantastic:
Mar 26 2010
This is the longest my hair’s been in recent memory:
Not quite sure what to do with it. Am tempted to let it keep going, but also it’s starting to irritate my eyes. Are there options which allow it to grow while not annoying the eyes? A Zachary-style fringe, I think, would look ridiculous.
I am liking how it covers my ears, and thus the big holes which still remain.
Any ideas or suggestions? Anyone? Bueller?
Mar 22 2010
This is what an utterly drained Jonathan looks like on a Monday evening:
Any and all flattering or morale boosting comments happily, and perhaps more to the point gratefully, received.
Mar 13 2010
Tonight I didn’t take the mirtazaline, having agreed the logic that it’s causing peak serotonin in my brain, compared to levels of melatonin (previously), two to three hours after consuming, which is then causing me to wake up.
After tossing and turning for an hour, I took 10mg zolpidem and had fitful sleep for about 2 hours, waking around 0130. Took another, then Emma called – she’s make her flight. Hurrah. Not so sure about her luggage.
I’m now hoping to sleep for another 3.5 hours before I have to function for the day including driving Zachary to the airport. I’m not sure how likely this is.
For the curious types amongst you, this is what I look like at 0130 when I’ve been woken by a phone call after a so far shitty night’s sleep:
