Oh, the Horror!

It's time to be honest, people. I am just going to give it to you straight:

I have had a bad hair day for two weeks.

It isn't pretty.

It is half-curly, half-straight. Mostly fuzzy, non-cooperative. It has a life of its own.

It is like it is saying to me: "Ha ha, Sarah! We've got you now! What can you do about it? You are stuck in a world where your electrical plugs will not work. You are a prisoner and we will be victorious!"

Or something like that.

This pretty much says it all:

Are you scared? I would be.

I am.