Sunday, July 29, 2012


In June I reduced my vitamin intake to two hugemongous pills a day, believing that the third was probably unneccesary. At the end of the month, I noted significantly less growth than the previous month, so I upped my dosage back to three hugemongous pills this July, and have seen quite an improvement.
So, three a day it is. 

The longest parts are 4.5 inches now. I had to trim the back of it to avoid a mullet.
It's long enough now that I can do a gel-and-slick trick to give myself a normal hairstyle of sorts, and avoid the resemblance to Little Orphan Annie.

My hair is the only thing in my life that I can observe, noting measured progress with certainty.
The rest of my life kind seems kind of suspended right now.

I'm waiting to hear back from someone about a job interview.
I'm going this week for another job interview.
I don't have a car, which makes getting a job difficult.
I don't have a job, which makes getting a car difficult.
I don't know what I'm doing this fall.
Waiting to hear from people.
Listening to hear from God.

So, I know it's silly, but I'm kind of glad that I'm growing my hair out for this reason: When it seems I'm making no measurable progress in my life, at least I can measure my hair and see that it's growing. Slowly but surely.

Hopefully I am, too.