Cha cha changes.

Baaaahhh i'm losing my hair! The whole thing is really pathetic. When my dad died i sort of got things into perspective and thought that if i ever had to get chemo and lose my hair, i'd get a cool shave or something (although he didn't have to). Well, I don't have chemo, i don't even have cancer, and I can't describe how superficial it makes me feel to find myself sobbing with my fists full of hair every now and then. What happened to my ideals! What happened to the important stuff? 
I'm really angry with myself, and also for being so tired all the time,
 i'm not getting anything done. Ohwell, I'll see a specialist next week and insha.allah everything will be straightened out (pun not intended), and i can order my tickets back to Cairo.

Right now i have to take babe-o's sister to her doctorappointment. Noone seems to be walking straight these  days.



Au revoir, hair!