I admitted to Sarah that I am depressed. It was nice to say it out loud. And to stop pretending otherwise. It has been a very physical experience. My mouth is closed more than usual and my eyes are swollen and sticky. My thudding heartbeat seems to land in a pile of dust,... poof, poof, poof. It's like I got stoned an hour ago and now just feel sludgy and wiped out.

So I cut my hair. As close as I could get to the blond Roche.

Poor hair, you are the unloved child. The first to be scolded on a bad day.