I'm not so sure. Let me know what you think.
As you can see, I got my hair cut recently. In fact, it was on Saturday morning. I left my mother's early and drove to the hamlet of Canning, there to visit the 90 year old gentleman (he fought in World War II, folks!) who cuts hair for 5 bucks. I got him to give me a buzz cut, which feels much more freeing than the long hair I had before.
But, fear not, effendi!
All that hair will go to good use. Right now, in some Korean sweat shop, 11 year old children are affixing some of my old hair to the heads of GI Joe dolls for North American kids to play with. Little do they know that the hair on those dolls' heads came from my own head. If I am struck down in the next 24 hours, at least it will be with the knowledge that my hair will help bring delight to these children.
It has been another long, trying day. I thought I'd relax by watching a nice, soothing documentary this evening about zombies, but it disappointed me with its meandering tangents about the Black Death and the 1918 Spanish Flu. I quit watching after about 35 minutes. Why can't someone make a good zombie documentary? Is that too much to ask?
You guys have a good evening.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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