Remember when I said that I could never go vegan because I would miss cheese too much? I really ought to be careful about saying such definitive statements because I am one hair's breath away from doing just that. It's a bit of a long story, and I won't go into it until my birthday (July 13th) because that's probably going to be the big official switch. Suffice it to say, I should try not to say "never" anymore.
And here's the other thing. I am absolutely sick of my hair. It's ugly and bothering me and way too much work. Whose idea was it to grow it out for my big trip to London? Oh yeah. That would be me. Another thing I shouldn't make lofty goals about. Someone talk me out of the path of a sharp pair of scissors.