Yesterday while probably only halfway wearing pants, trying to justify my frustration with him the previous day, I explained to Morrison I was just having a bad day tomorrow! So basically it was probably a very good idea that tomorrow, or was it yesterday? I went and got my first haircut in ten months, giving myself a much needed boost of optimism and self esteem and something from the hair place that smells like actual heaven flowers, so that we might all have a very good day yesterday, or today, or at some point in the future.