TSQUARE

So trivial, but isn't it weird how a bad hair day just gets you down?

I've got an appointment for a haircut this evening and I may be tempted to tell her to shave my head. Yeah, right.

When most of my hair fell out two years ago, it was quite the traumatic experience! But I was reminded to appreciate what was left, not to focus on what I had lost (ah, how profound). Reminds me of that great anicdote about the woman who had three hairs and it's all about attitude.

But I still hate my hair today. It was one of the only redeeming qualities (okay, maybe not redeeming, but physical things I actually used to like about myself.) Wow, the punctuation on that last sentence is totally screwy.

Okay, now that I've got that silliness off my chest...

It's been two weeks and yes, I knew my doc wouldn't call me today about my decision. I knew he just set a deadline in order to get me thinking. And the indecision still sucks. I'm no closer to a conclusion than I was two weeks ago.

Sigh.