Whatever. I knew this was coming for the last month. This morning, my hair started shedding like crazy and I have to say - seeing my long-ish hair in clumps in my hand. That's pretty fucking traumatizing. I went into my ugly 60's throwback bathroom, took my sweetie's beard scissors, stared at my reflection for a good 10 minutes, and then cut all my fucking hair off. I almost started crying and then I stopped. Whatever, it's hair.
After putting the trashcan full of my hair back inside the vanity, I put on a hat and then took my puppy out for a walk. My little Boomer is a great distraction. I've started cooing at her, "Who's my little anti-depressant?"
Now I know what I would look like if my parents had another son. Haha. I look weird. The weird thing is - I look sick.