I’m getting more layers, but not cutting any length off. I don’t know what I’d do without my long hair. My hairdresser always stresses me to get a couple inches cut off. I’m not sure why. Perhaps he’s envious.
I sound like a frog this morning. I was hoping to get better. I’ve been sick for the past five days. I’ve been told I sound like an angry old man when I talk. I like the frog better. I don’t really feel like talking today, so maybe I’ll just bring flash cards with me and a sharpie. My day will be just like a silent film.