You know momma always said there would be days like this. I was in the middel of some extreamly stressful relationship issues, I had just bit my tongue pretty bad. I was having a mental breakdown, (this was pre-zoloft, in fact I think it was the night I gave in and asked for help. At any rate my head was itching like a flea ridden dog, but I was out of my nizarol, so I just decided to shave my head. Of course half way through it my clippers broke and at 10pm with nobody else avalible I had to go from store to store 3 times till I found a friggin' K-mart with clippers. I ended it all by clipping a mole off and nearly bleeding to death! And on top of all that this is the same day that I had the police called on me by ppl that thought I was at the park to take pictures of their children.
It was a very bad day.