I write this while I'm on hold with the doctor's office. I guess that puts me in some odd long-distance waiting room. I'm scheduling an appointment to figure out what's wrong with my hair cur impulses. The flare ups are sporadic, but extremely serious. Last night one such occurrence occurred, and unfortunately there was a hair buzzer within arm's length.
I entered the office this morning and a woman with whom I work saw my dome rennovations and made a face that said both, "why did you shoot a puppy?" and "now the whole office will have something to laugh at for the next two weeks!"
I'm over it. Hair's only job is to grow.
Transition
My fellow Ninja Lance is now a Qwerty-Jock. Update your Bloglines page. He's at http://kaylaandlance.blogspot.com/ and under the "Ninjas" tab to the left. Remember, you heard about it from the Blahg; not from Justin. Blessings Blahg-lievers.
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The date/time stamp never lies, my freshly shorn friend.
"History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it."--Winston Churchill
You win this time, my observant friend...this time.
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