Stylish is a strong word.

At the bus stop, feeling the wind chill me to the bone, I shiver a little and head further into the shelter of the bus stop, wishing that I had brought a jacket instead of just an oversized t-shirt. Hindsight, I suppose. It feels like forever until the bus arrives, although I'm only waiting ten minutes. Which is pretty good, all things considered. I love that public transport exists but I also wish that it was ten thousand percent faster, especially when it's cold or rainy. Or worse, hailing.

That would really be awful, although I haven't been caught in a hailstorm in quite a long time.

Home again, walking through the door in the weak sunlight on this chilly day it seems apparent that everybody else is either asleep, trying to be asleep, or wishing they were asleep.

For good reason, I suppose. I also wish I were asleep, I just also know that I have so many better things to be doing. Like breakfast, or dying my hair- speaking of, which to do first?

Well, I could definitely do my hair any time, whereas breakfast does kind of need to be a morning thing. That's what makes it breakfast. But I'm sure it could be brunch just as well, and dying my hair does seem way more fun. Well, not fun, really, but the end result will be cooler. Okay, solution to my decision dilemma- flip a coin. I rifle through my pockets for my wallet, and almost panic in thinking I lost it before I realise it's in my shopping bag, and I find a ten cent coin. Heads, I'll dye my hair. Tails, I'll cook breakfast. The coin flies through the air and lands heads up in my palm. That's that decided. Secretly, I'm relieved. That's the answer I wanted. Placing my shopping bags on the bench, I can't quite be bothered putting everything away, so I can put the fridge things away and leave the flour and the like on the bench until later.

It takes a while to get upstairs, and it hurts a bit as I do. I suppose I should sit down and chill for a while. Once I get to my bathroom, I can sit on the edge of the sink. Or find a stool or something. I don't know for sure.

One hour later

Walking out of my bathroom I feel like a million bucks. I know that my hair is a little ragged, and the one streak of yellow doesn't work so well on curly hair, but I'm putting that out of my mind and just being happy with the colour. And I love it so much.