Hair

Lately I’ve noticed that when I’m driving about, I’ve been hunched over the wheel, peering over my knuckles.

My eyesight’s okay. Ditto my back.

It’s my hair.

The same hair I haven’t referred to since last freaking month. What’d I say back then? Piece of piss. O sham modesty – meet my life.

It’s not that my hair is so long that it’s hanging over my eyes.

It’s that it feels weird whenever I lean my head against the headrest. Scratch weird: this amount of hair is bloody unnatural.

So. Now that the film festival is out of the way, marauding parents have returned to their usual place of residence, and a couple of large-ish paid tasks have settled down… I’ve got until the end of the month.

Hoo-ah.

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