Uh oh... bad haircut alert
Mood:  d'oh
Oh man, I screwed up at the barbers and boy do I have a bad haircut. Stupid British fashions. Good thing Elisabeth isn't here right now - but I imagine she's gonna be pissed off. I'm not too sure how I'm going to find a job now. At least it'll grow out (Or fall out as is my case).

Update: Nah, she's home and isn't reaching for the divorce papers. All is well except for the fact that I look like a Brit andd will have to shave more frequently.

Lookin' forward to tomorrow - there's a wediing show in town and we're gonna pretend that we're getting hitched and see if we can get free stuff.