the breeze in my hair...

It's just one of those days. First thing this morning I decide to shave my head. It sounded like a fun idea. It wasn't totally spontaneous (why are there so many vowels in words?) as I bought a clipper yesterday, but after my first round of email, I bit the bullet and shaved it off. A nice, fairly close brushcut except for the parts that are all crooked and deformed. I've crossed a whole new threshold:I cut my own hair. No longer am I reliant on the hair cut mafia. No longer will I need to pay their $8 to have a really crappy hair cut. I no longer will need to wear those strange bibs, sit on their spinny chair, make small talk with the nice woman, or listen to the dang country music station that always seems to be playing in every hair cut place I ever visit. Now I can gives myself a really crappy hair cut in the comfort of my own home. I love this universe.