I woke up this morning as if from some nightmare,,,only to remember that my hair really had shown a bald spot after my latest haircut. I'm still reeling from the discovery and yet fuelled by a race to shave the whole damn lot of hair off as if to get my haircut that I'll die with. Buzz cut.
I've been distracted with the whole notion of balding all day long. I had my son from Friday to Sunday and he's helped me not dwell on it openly. In fact he's helped me care less.
Birth as I always say is often painful, but it's a progression into a new phase. I welcome a fresh start of sorts. This has all made it apparent that time is always running out. As if I didn't know that anyway. Maybe our lives are pointless, in which case I just want to squeeze in tv and films etc before I dare a scared kid in a mans body.
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