Been feeling unpretty the past couple of days. It started yesterday after my visit to the hairdresser of all things. Caught myself in the bathroom tonight, crying in the shower and telling myself I do not care what happens. I know I am a liar though. As I was getting dressed afterwards, I looked at my red-rimmed eyes in the mirror and said, "Keep telling yourself that. Maybe in a year or so you will believe it."

We will face our hydras soon enough. Both of them. If he is as strong as he says - and I believe he is - then, like Hercules, he will slay them. I cannot understand how come I am so calm, even in the face of my recent sadness. It is the strangest thing.