You guys, I am having a good day. Because I have discovered not the extra Tylenol I was in search of, but something better. 30 volume, powder, and five bottles of some kind of blue/purple/possibly red? Not sure yet. Will keep you posted.

This, my friends, is a shiny silver lining to the whole lower-class thing. I do not hold a job that cares a whit about my hair. It is under a hat and I am in the back. It can be whatever I want it to be. This is a bit of awesomeness that I would not have were I to work in an office. I am thirty-one years old, and my sartorial choices are allowed to be mine.