Tuesday, November 07, 2006

I Had The Most Disturbing Dream Last Night

I dreamt I was getting my hair done. First, Oscar the Grouch (the one I work with, not the Sesame Street one) burst into the room where I was, and burst into tears, because her stylist had said something nasty to her.
Then, I looked at the mirror, and realized that the sides of my hair had been cut off, and I had a mullet! A really bad early- nineties Billy Ray Cyrus mullet (you know, he actually looks pretty good these days with his new hair.)
It was very real. I even had that awful feeling in the pit of your stomach you get when you get a really bad cut, one you know is going to take a lot of time to grow out, and is going to look bad for a loooong time.
What does it mean?