Have you ever tried driving on the parking lot they call the 401 when you are unable to turn your head to the right? Trust me; there is no ride at the CNE more daring than that. The problem was, last night I slept with three pillows under my head instead of storing the extra one I tend to keep in case of emergency. You know the usual emergencies; one falls to the floor; drowning out traffic; mercy killing. Long story short, I have the worst kink in my neck and not unlike Zoolander, who was incapable of turning to the left, I am right turn challenged. Man I thoroughly pissed off a lot of motorist on my drive home from London. I think I may have even broken my own record. All in all a good day.
So I have a new haircut. I couldn't get an appointment with my usual hair stylist so it's a bit shorter than usual. I look like a blonde Javier Bardem in No Country for Old Men. I also bear a close resemblance to an albino Dora the Explorer. Good news is there are only two weeks between a good hair cut and a bad one. Soon I will look like my old self again; the little Dutch Boy.
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