Sure, I cut my hair as a form of taking control myself instead of waiting for Weird Cancer Guy to do it for me. Plus, we have three vacuums and none of them sucks. So I didn’t want to have to clean up a bunch of hair with duct tape. But still, every clump makes me feel sad. It started coming out this morning. My hair follicles feel suspended in air, like if I sneeze the hair will explode off my scalp. In the next few days, I expect to look like Mister Clean, Mister Potato Head or…a lightbulb.
THREE POSITIVES FOR TODAY:
1- Sharp decline expected for my shampoo and product spending.
2- What? No more shaving?
3- Finally, my free Brazilian sans wax has arrived!