I just had to add another post, because the post below this cut off my head just above the eyes, and I couldn’t handle staring at my giant, balding forehead every time I opened up my page.

I got some new glasses and a new haircut. I really don’t like getting my haircut. I would rather go to the dentist. I hate sitting in a chair and having to talk to someone to whom I have nothing to say. But, it is sometimes worth it, because now I have a fresh new haircut. I am trying to look like the father from a 50s sitcom. A father who knew quite a bit, and perhaps . . . best.