Before I get into this little thing, I should remark that I have not washed my hair since Tuesday the 5th. I have a buzz, so I don't look greazy, if that's what you're wondering. But this morning, while watching an MSN video (about a big huge fat guy who is walking from San Diego to New York), I was absent-mindedly scratching my head, and when I looked down, my desk looked like someone had smashed a snow-globe on it.
So apparently, I have dandruff. I don't know why--you'd think that not washing one's hair in a week would keep things nice and oiled, rather than dry and flaky (and knowing that catchphrase is what happens when you watch Guiding Light with your mom when you're a little kid--if only G.I. JOE had come on earlier and stayed on until dinner!), but evidently it doesn't. I don't really care. It turns out that in the grand scheme of things, dandruff is really not that big a deal. Neither are bands, bills, beer guts, jobs or anything else except for the people you care about (who are often in your band, sometimes pay your bills, encourage your beer gut, or help you get a job). For the people I care about, I love you and I keep you in my thoughts and prayers. You are a big deal.