This morning

I got up and had a shower. After I'd got dressed and towel dried my hair, and run a comb through it, I went out into the entrance hall to have a proper look at my hair in the full-length mirror there. And, I grabbed a strand of it at the back and pulled it straight, just to see how long my hair really is. It came down to the back of my bra. I mentioned to Liz (as her door was open, and I'm sure she needed distracting from her studying) that my hair would be noticeably longer if I straightened it.
"You should do it then! You can use my straightening irons."
Heh.
By one o'clock this afternoon, my hair was all straightened. It took a while. There's a lot of it. I now know the ends of my hair are uneven, and the tips are rather dried out and possibly damaged. So, really, I should get them trimmed. But I won't cut heaps off my hair or anything when I get the chance to do it. Just enough to revive/rejuvenate and encourage further growth.
I look strange with straight hair. Not better, not worse. Different, a little. I think it looks artificial. Still, not horrid. No pictures. No way to post 'em. Alas. Ah well, I'm sure I'll do it again sometime over summer (if pandoras_evil_t will help) and I'll get pictures then, or something. :)

Fin.

Oh look, it's that meme again. Nicked off yeliah_whiskey this tim

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?

Reply here, then post the above line in your own journal.

Fin.