Fallicle of Rome

I don't get homesick. It has never been in my constitution. Largely because I never had a set home for more than a year or two at a time, so it was hard to get too attached.

What I'm feeling now isn't homesickness...but hairsickness.


It was only 7 months ago that this glorious mop perched atop my noggin...judging all that it sees and finding it lacking. I miss it, and it misses me. Time for absurdly over-long hair again, I think. I shaved my head completely on Wednesday....so I'm going to time to see how long it takes to grow out fully...and establish a hair growth speed.

I miss the weird leery look slightly less.