I almost stepped on a squirrel today.

I was just minding my own business, walking to the hair salon, and my foot missed the fuzzy litte fucker by maybe half an inch. It made a crazy chattering sound and promptly vacated the premises. Apparently it had been munching on the GIANT PILE OF BIRDSEED which was inexplicably located on the sidewalk in front of the salon.

I shrugged, shook my head, and proceeded to the salon, where a very nice but very strange eastern European woman cut my hair (I felt compelled to remedy the frontal poofiness... the Morrissey mating plumage look just wasn't working for me). I am now completely satisfied with my 'do. And it only cost me sixteen bucks (yay for student discounts)! Except that now I have little hair clippings all down the back of my shirt, and it itches like hell (anyone who's had experience with a haircut involving a razor knows exactly what I'm talking about). Shower time!