”Now he can go cry himself to sleep on his HUGE pillow.”

I’ve been decorating my office space. Things are still winding up at work so I don’t have as much work as I think I’m going to have, so right now it’s a lot of waiting to learn. With waiting comes decorating. There’s not much you can do to make a cubicle homey, but I’m trying my best. I have the obligatory photos of Zeus and M and a photo taken of Wendy, Kari and I on a particularly drunken kareoke night (you can actually see the bottle of Bohemka in the foreground). I’ve hung up a print of a Japanese silk screen that has a cat chasing a spider and a poster of the Czech version of the movie most I want to see most in the world “Hero.”

Today I added a photo taken of M and I during our recent sojourn in NYC. It was taken at dinner and we’re looking pretty happy and tanned. All in all we’re looking pretty sweet. Except for the fact that my head is friggin HUGE. It’s not like M has a small cranium or anything. Like me, he has a horrible time finding hats that fit well, but the shape of his head and his low hair line means that only his hat tailor would know is secret (is there such a thing as a hat tailor? Does it have a special name?). Me? I have an oval head, a pretty substantial forehead and a long neck. All of that adds up to a big fat head that looks that way too.

There are two ways I can deal with this. The first is to use a sly hair cut to make my head look smaller (long bangs would do it), but then I would have to give up my beloved centre part. Another possibility is “changing the gravitational constant of the universe.” In translation, change my outlook. I’m not a freak for having a big head…everyone else is simply wanting for head size. It could work.

Today’s sing-a-long song: “Can’t Get You Out Of My Head” By Kylie Minougue.

HRH