So I got a hair cut. I'm going to start volunteering for a congressional candidate (who called me on the phone personally to beg for money, which was cool) and I decided that I'd do better looking like something other than a crazed hippie. So I trudged over to my hair-cutter-woman-who-I-cannot-as-a-guy-call-a-stylist-but-is-more-than-a-mere-
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