ONE. ONE. ZERO.
I awoke on yesterday morn thinking I'd been somehow transported to the surface of Mercury. Surely it couldn't be this warm in a St. Louis June...
but it was and the air conditioner installers called in sick.
Drastic times call for drastic measures, or so I though. So I made a bold move, grabbed the clippers, and proceeded to shave off all my dang hair - every bit of it.
It felt glorious.
Now, with the benefit of hindsight and a properly cooled home, I've come to regret my hasty decision.
See, bald heads look good on brawny men with bulging muscles and tree-trunk necks. This I am not. I'm more like the proverbial 98 pound weakling (or rather today's version, the 150 pound weakling) in those Atlas advertisements.
source: Free Image Archives
So I look like I've got some sort of wasting disease, but my house is a chilly 80 degrees and right now that's all that matters.