barbered!

I still need a shave, but at least the hair is more or less under control.

More or less.

Sponge-bathed myself today. Washed my hair. Went out with David to look for a bandanna at the one store that I know sells what I want. Store was closed until Saturday. Fuck. David got some gifts (at a next-door store) for a neighbor with an autistic niece. We got back to my building, and my final pillow had arrived from Coupang. I'm curious as to how this might improve or degrade my sleeping experience tonight. Took out some garbage. David helped me to fetch a back-scratcher that had fallen under my bed, but which I couldn't reach. David left, and I went down to the second floor of my apartment building to get a haircut. Had to tell the guy not to shampoo me this time—that involves the seat-with-a-bowl, requiring me to lean way back in the chair, something I can't do without agony. I shampooed myself when I got back. Took the above pic with still-wet hair, hence the untamed hair in the center. Might save shaving until tomorrow. Gonna go out in a bit and buy more milk and cream. Yippee.