I'm writing this with the rain making a steady beat on the roof. It's a soothing sound, especially at night. I hope it's done by tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe, we'll wake up to a day that feels like spring.

I tried a technique from the haircutting class on a client today. Not the same haircut; I won't do that. Mine was symmetrical. I took my time, and really liked what it did for the layers. Turns out the co-worker who went to the class was watching, and came over. She said, 'you're doing what we learned at the class.' I really didn't want my client knowing I was trying something new, but it was out. She was OK with it. She's one of those clients who always lets me do whatever I want. It turned out really good. When I was done, my co-worker asked me to cut her hair. This is the one that went to the class with me. I didn't want to and said no many times. She pressured me, and I gave in, against my better judgement. She said 'it's only hair and whatever you do will be fine.' I should have known better. I didn't start from scratch, just texturized the cut she had. She watched me. We talked about what I was doing. At the end she said, "I think the top should have been cut differently. I think we took out the fullness. I should have looked at my paper where I had it written down." Later on I looked over at her and she was cutting her own hair. When I finished my client and went to her she said, oh, I can't even blow dry it and make it look good. Oh, great. I told her she couldn't blame me. She asked for the cut, she saw what I was doing, she knew I didn't want to do it, and she should have looked at the directions. Now I'm the one who gave the bad haircut. I should have known! She should have known too.