Felt the same need as Stína to try and look my absolute best for Hannes and Deepa´s wedding party, so I bought some wash-out color for my hair. Red. Real red, as the label said. Hmmm... Look like, let me think, a color sampler now: Flaming red, brown red, tired red, orange, and oh, the hideous concrete-pavement color chosen for my hair by a mean combination of genes still manages to squeeze itself into daylight from under all this. Hair sucks.

First night in new apartment. Was greeted there yesterday by this huge wasp that looked like a bonsai passenger jet. Killed it, of course, and found to my great surprise that a wasp cut in two will still try to fly. Interesting.