not a totally horrible day for a monday.  not like I thought it would be.  my hair wouldn't respond to anything i did to it this morning, and i kept missing my train.  then i had a terrible fucking headache.  thanks to medicine i smuggled over (maybe i just "brought" it over... excedrin), it went away quickly and i called in un-sick to work.  the right, but probably not the brightest thing to do.  then some  posh guy on the train on his way to london started talking to me.  i didn't realize until after he'd gone that he was probably asking me out.  didn't he know that i was having a bad hair day?