My hair obviously feels that it's been released from the bondage of length and weight and now takes the opportunity to express itself each night.
I just wish I could understand what statement it's trying to make.
I was rather taken aback on the first morning of new short hair to see it in a rather good impersonation of Hugh Grant circa 1999.
Then there was the Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo.
Then the mad scientist / conductor circa 1930.
This morning's effort was more of a "Drug-crazed Socialite, Morning After Mugshot".
Then again, when I think about it, how much do I want to know what it's trying to say?