Begin the compulsive hairblogging!

So, I think I like it. At least, I like it now that I've come home and tamed the hairdo with some hair product, and have de-puffyified it to my liking:


Before? I wasn't so sure. But I think it's because she took mousse and a round brush to my hair while blow-drying it, advocating that this is what was needed, to add "body" to my hair. I have provided a photographic re-creation of how puffy it was, before I walked home:

It was a little...matronly. But it was just the blow-drying that did it, thankfully. I'll hold off full judgment until I've washed it and styled it myself.

In other news: apparently, I'm even more predictable than I thought. I stopped by the McDonald's next door to the hair salon (which is down the street) before my haircut. When I ordered my usual 6 piece McNuggets meal with honey, the guy at the till asked me what I wanted to drink.

"Sprite," I said.
His response: "Just like last time."

???

I'm pretty sure it has been months since I've been there last. I think this is even weirder than the time that the guy on the phone at Pizza Hut knew what I wanted to order before I could ask ("Will that be two large stuffed crust pizzas, one pepperoni and one Canadian, as usual?" "Uh, yes actually."). At least you could blame computers for the latter incident.