Hair

is cut. Lovely light-headed feeling. I think it's even more of a mullet than it used to be, which I'm okay with, since that sick mullet fad seems to have died down and Genius Alex left me long bits in the front to stop me looking like a country music star.

Indications at the moment are that I've hit menopause, and part of me is pretty happy with that idea. Another part - well. Wants to go back to the boy's dormitory, shall we say. Sunrise, sunset. Silly, really. After you get what you want you don't want it. If I got the moon I'd grow tired of it soon.

You're like a baby,

You want what you want when you want it.

But after you are presented with what you want you're discontented!

You're always wishing and wanting for something

When you get what you want you don't want what you get

And though I sit upon your knee you'll grow tired of me

'Cuz after you get what you want you don't want what you wanted at all.

Changeable, you got a changeable nature

Always, always changing your mind

There's a longing in your eye hard to satisfy

And here's the reason why...

'Cuz after you get what you want you don't want it

If I gave you the moon you'd grow tired of it soon

You're like a baby, you want what you want when you want it

But after you are presented with what you want you're discontented

You're always wishing and wanting for something

When you get what you want you don't want what you get

And though I sit upon your knee you'll grow tired of me

'Cuz after you get what you want you don't want what you wanted at all

Baby I don't mean to make you blue but you need a talking to

'Cuz after you get what you want you don't want what you wanted at all.

I know you.

You surely do, Mme. Monroe, or whoever you got to write that song.