I Get A Haircut

I was agonizing over whether or not to cut my hair and I finally did it. I was lucky and it turned out really cute.

Today I had some blood drawn. The most painful part is the bill and the idea that I somehow need all that blood that they took from me.
My doctors know me intimately. They know everything from my blood glucose level to my cholesterol to my HIV status, all not too bad I should point out but things could be better!
I was in my other doctor’s office this morning--not the Egyptian lady physician--when I realized that my hair looked like a hornet’s nest. He has a big, beautiful mirror by the door. So, after I left his office, I went to get my blood drawn and then stopped by Panda Express, which J says a lot of people don’t like because they are too expensive and their food’s too greasy. Later in the afternoon, after I let the kitty out for an hour I went and had my hair cut. The girl who cut my hair was really nice and had a cute short cut so I asked her if she’d mind cutting my hair kind of like hers. She did a great job; I really like the finished product but I don’t think it looks anything like hers. At any rate, I’m not complaining; on the contrary, I’m very happy. Another big change is I’m going to stop coloring my hair black.