Across from the spa where get my hair cut - Sahar, (hey that's kind of a mixed up way to spell Sarah the name of my "Master Stylist" - translation $45 haircuts) is a sleep clinic. The first time I pulled in to get my hair cut, I parked and noticed the clinic. And then I noticed something strange - there was a door marked "donor entrance". Geez - you can donate sleep?
Ah then I noticed there is a blood center at the other end of the building. Ahhh. Lightbulb.
Monday I'm getting my hair cut and roots touched up - they have to be re highlighted a course. That damn grey insists upon growing out, along with my really dark natural hair color. I'm sure my master stylist can handle it!
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