Hairdye and beer

Too tired. Too late to write this. in brief:
-met a man with badly dyed hair last night who told me about drinking gunpowder with home brew in Brazil
-the man talked about his job, about networking and told me I could learn spanish easy on linguaphone in 13 hours.
- I didn't think much about spanish or favelos at work, but about bearded white haired magistrates. Am I the only one who sits in boring meetings wondering whether any of the assembled are cross dressers, or members of the duran duran fan club?
I'm sure the civil service is full of us.
tired. too late. wanted to write part two of the latitude experience but that'll have to wait.
- had my hair dyed today. My hairdresser is a worrier too. We laughed about how much energy you spend worrying in life. but I still worried about whether I gave her enough of a tip, and whether she thought badly of me.
- the clouds on the way home were beautiful. Like blue venus. I stopped worrying for a few moments and that was good. I won't go into why I'm actually worrying. Too many subjects to mention.

Goodnight