Well, today was very disappointing. Carol told me that the girls would want to rub my bald head, and she was wrong, just plumb wrong. Not that I really had time to reflect on it, but I did have visions of the girls rubbing my head and cradeling my head between... well, I really didn't have time to think about that sort of stuff. And all of the girls that I saw were too busy to think about that stuff, too. However, there will be more leisurely days, and I'm gonna be bald for a long, long time, if I'm lucky. Seriously, though, I think that I like the look. Kinda like an older, fatter, much less famous James Carville. I used to have girls tell me that I looked like Sean Connery... how far have the mighty fallen! Tard for some reason or another. Didn't exercise any today, no wonder my back hurts alla time. Sleep will help.