Cut my hair - cried a little about something totally unrelated

I cut some of my hair today. I had to wash it today, it smelled bad. Then I put 2 and 2 together and I rode my bicycle about 9 miles on Sunday and today was Wednesday. Ok, time to wash it. Lots of bicycle miles makes me need to wash it more often.



I'm pointing to the place where I swear a rat-tail was starting. I'm not in the mood for a rat-tail. And yes, that's Ponds cold cream on the ledge. My grandmother has great skin so I'm going to go with her program.


Detail:

If someone wants to see a photo of my hair razor I'll show you. It's a $3 tool I've had for about 9 years.

My outfit photo is super-noisy *camera noise.





My eyes welled-up with tears and I almost cried because I couldn't get a taxi after work. I was carrying my sewing machine in both arms and had to walk many Avenues before I finally got one. It was so sad. It's a little embarrassing to cry over such, but in NYC you can cry on the sidewalk and no one will bother you. You can have a little bratty cry if you want and it's fine.