This weekend I broke my haircut fast.  I had to do it.  It was beginning to affect my attitude at work.  I hate not cutting my hair when it’s time, and people were actually starting to comment on it:

“Greg, why are you in such a rotten mood?”

“I’m on a haircut fast. I want to delay cutting my hair so my trip in September falls into my natural hair cycle.”

“Huh...that’s really interesting...I didn’t know that.”

“Know what?”

“That you’re actually a woman.”

When I finally got the hair cut, I was stunned at the result. I mean, I knew my tumbleweed was about three weeks past its normal expiration date, but holy chemo!  I couldn’t believe the clumps of hair that rained down to the ground.  I’m pretty sure I saw a few Ewoks fall to the floor, get up, and scurry out the door.

I’d show you a before and after pic, but I now have so much pale skull showing that it’ll blind my digital camera.

In completely unrelated news, I recently sent an email to this site’s membership and asked if anyone felt like giving me a cheap book cover, since I was considering collecting some of this blog into a downloadable eBook.  A friend of mine who was a graphic designer in a former life immediately sent me one.  It made me laugh, and so therefore I must share it.