Day 3 of Mission Beard Re-Growth Testing Phase Alpha.
I’m still teetering on the edge of indecisiveness, but I’m letting everything on my head grow for a while, and then I’ll let my hairdresser sculpt something unique, or possibly just the same old me, out of the messy mass of dishwater gray blonde-ness. Remember how Cary Grant had the same hairdo for, like, his entire life? I want that kind of commitment to a visual identity, but I love haircuts too much. If only I had one of those buttons in my back to pull the hair back out.
Last night BC and I watched Woody Allen’s Sleeper, which put everything back in perspective for me. The orb, the tele-screen, and the orgazmatron. What more could I want?