My gosh, just got this in my email, reminding me that I'm having my hair shaved this week. Somehow, I don't feel sad that my hair will be gone. Ever since the Mauritius trip, I've been doing crazy stuff to my hair. Cutting them shorter and shorter, bleaching them, colouring them. I don't even know what I'm thinking. I've never had my hair this short before.

But I'm dreading that day.
Come on, look at the floorplan! There's a stage. A STAGE. What if we're getting our hair shaved on the stage? All the attention on us. Shit balls.