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Saturday, 23 May 2020

Hair

Thursday night I unlocked this, the Turkmenistan bots were back within hours.

Friday morning, I think as a result of a fever dream, when I woke up to early it seemed perfectly sensible to clipper my hair by feel in the dark.  I realised from the funny look the delivery guy gave me when my dinner arrived that I had done a particularly bad job.

This morning I tried to fix it, so it is now just differently bad.

Also, fever dream me, a 40 year old who has never made any attempt at tidying up his pubes, decided the same clipper length I had done my back and sides with would work other places.
This ended very badly.  I can barely manage clippers around the obstacle of my ears.

Good thing I had no plans to let anyone see me naked ever again anyway, as they hair down there has a late 90s alternative-for-the-sake-of-alternativeness all different lengths randomly thing going on.
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