Last night's shift was a long slow one. When it was finally over, I decided to take a walk down to see the resident cosmotologists. It was the best choice I have made here to date. I get there, and there's no waiting.  So, I meet Natasha, a Thai (I think) stylist who's nothing to look at, but damn good at her job. I sit down, and tell her the cut I want.  After she starts, she realises it'll be abit more work than she thought. I explained to her my last experience with the "Butcher of Bagram" a few weeks prior.  She made motions like Edward Scissorhands and we both cracked up when I agreed.  So around 35 to 40 minutes later, my hair was looking right as rain again. She offered a wash. I accepted.  The way I figured it, my hair deserved extra attention after all the crap it has been put through since I left home. That went ok.  Then she offered a shoulder-up massage.  I was a little nervous, because all I could see was the price skyrocketing, but I figured, I deserved this one, so I said "What the hell", and went for it. I haven't felt that good for a few months. When it was all said and done, I paid, left a healthy tip, and decided I well never go back to the butcher's again. When I got back to my room, I had the best day's sleep I have had here yet.

So that's why I'm in such a good mood tonight.  I feel great, and my hair looks (fruity phrase warning) absolutely fabulous.  It has all the shine, body, and bounce it had before I came here, and no more split ends!  Yes, I love my hair.  It is a MAJOR point of pride with me. my hair and my abs, but for info on the latter, you'll have to talk to my wife.

For the remainder of the evening, I plan on doing as little as possible. Ii will most likely be playing video games, editing pictures, watching movies, and eating chocolate. Why? Because I'm not on shift tonight, and I can.  Most importantly, I Can. 

One more thing, for a short list of commonly used English (other side of the Atlantic) slang, head over to Sapphire's site. It's quite informative.

Take Care,

Joe