Eyebrow

It wasn't a proud moment. 

...sitting outside the gym quietly weeping at the prospect but unable to turn around and drive away.  The thought though, it wasn't that bad, I mean, I could picture myself in there and I wasn't averse to that thought.  It was my legs really, they wouldn't allow me out of the car and then my tantrumy part decided to get involved by doing the dry crying out loud thing which preempts the actual crying.  I decided to phone the Tidiness Nazi to tell her what was going on.  She laughed (which wasn't very helpful) and told me to toss a coin.  I couldn't be arsed to do that so she offered to toss a coin for me and I had to duly listen to said coin bouncing across the floor.  Heads for home and slovenliness. Tails for gym, good health, a firm body and possible sex again one day.

"It's HEADS!"

"WA-HOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I drove home wracked with guilt but went straight upstairs and put my pajamas on.  Well, it appears that's ME done for the day.  Sloth always wins. I am comfortable with Sloth.  Sloth rules. 

Leading up to this moment I have had to spend the day with the knowledge that I woke up with half an eyebrow mysteriously missing!  I didn't even know until I sat in front of my mirror ready to put my make up for work this morning.  I couldn't believe it - it looked bloody ridiculous.  Can you have alopecia of just the eyebrows? Or eyebrow.  Or eyeb (that's half an eyebrow)?

(Sigh) I just hope it isn't cancer of the whole eyebrow area or something.  I do have to admit that when I'm bored or stressed I do mess with my eyebrows by rolling them about and generally interfering with the things.  I'm not the kind of person who draws in eyebrows 'cause they just look like stupid drawn on eyebrows - they fool NO one!  My cousin (and sister from another mother) advised me to just go ahead and draw it back in but not to use indelible marker like she once did (or was that nail varnish on her lips?)

All I had available was a green highlighter pen...

If you read my last entry you will know that I have an unhelpful and ridiculous inner dialogue which rarely shuts up going on through my head most of the time.  During quiet moments I can't help but engage  with it and today it was eyebrow obsessed.  I was imagining just shaving off my entire eyebrows and drawing them on in a quizzical shape which would then render me constantly, well, 'quizzical'.  I was then lost in thought thinking about drawing a pair of straight thick eyebrows (or a massively thick uni-brow) so I could look a bit bizarre and mean. 

Or a pair of pointy black eyebrows.  I actually like that design and am giggling at the thought as I type this.  How brilliant would it be to walk into a room, have a conversation with someone, excuse yourself and then return with differently drawn on eyebrows which would reflect the nature of the discussion.  OR RIGHT, MAGNET IMPLANTS AND FULLY POSEABLE THICK BLACK LINE EYEBROWS WHICH CAN BE CHANGED/MANIPULATED AT WILL!

Actually, that's what happens with normal eyebrows isn't it?  I really need to stop listening to my stupid inner dialogue.  Paul Carrick from IT will take the piss out of me at work tomorrow again now won't he? Damn!