Red hair, modern art.

Last night I found myself staring at the ceiling at midnight again, so I tried out the melatonin. Didn't help me fall asleep much (3am), but waking up in the morning was heaps easier. None of that "it's still in the middle of the night, let me sleep" fogginess at all!

The morning started off with a brunch date with a friend of a friend, and it was good to get to yet another area of SF, this time Mission. I got off BART (local underground) at 16th St Mission, and Mission St itself seemed rather rough. The train station was surrounded by homeless people, and I was actually slightly disturbed to stand around there. Surprisingly the next street along, Valencia, was lovely and had a safe feel to it. It all seems to vary street by street, like the weather varies suburb to suburb. This is one funny city!

After the brunch I went and got my hair cut and coloured. It's bright red now, I feel like myself again, and it changes the random comments I get on the street from "wow you're tall" to "wow I like your hair".

Late afternoon I spent in the Museum of Modern Art. Some modern art I've really enjoyed (like what I saw in Manila), but this just left me feeling blank. Black squares on the wall? Black circles on the wall? Yeah that's really expressive.

Tonight the plan is to go out for a dinner and a couple of drinks with my high school friend, so probably better to go now and get pretty!