What made me think I could write entries about hair for an entire month?  Moreso, what made me want to?  This project would be far more interesting if I chose something animated, like wiener dogs.  Or more complex, like hands.  Or obscure, like tomato plants.  Or I could've turned this into a personal mission and chronicled the evolution of my abs or the philosophies that make me me.  Hell, I could've even done something ridiculously artsy and under-the-top and tried writing about an old building, a bedpost, or my computer monitor.  But no!  I opted to seek inspiration from my hair.  How asinine.  (At least I didn't kill myself scribing my escapades with my obsession over my neighbor; now that would've been dumb.)