As I sit here at the no-named super hero headquarter spot waiting on Storm to arrive for some special meeting, I am realizing that I put too much conditioner in my hair this morning. Shit. Damn it Diary. I can't ever do anything right. I was wondering why my hair had such a glossy sheen. Oh Diary, why am I a mess? Does one ever stop being a mess? I really hope so. Oh well, I am gonna put this thing down so I can keep talking to Glitter. It is rude to be carrying on a conversation while my nose is in this notebook. I will return soon Diary!