The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling way down in the valley tonight

Yeah. You can't blame me for that title. We were cleaning, and when one cleans, there must be music, and wherever there is music, there is a chance of Meatloaf. It's just the way the world works.

Ahem.

Slow day around here. I didn't really go anywhere or do anything, other than poke at the internet and fret a little over the impending GRE. Either way, there's a picture update before midnight, so the date posted actually matches up! That's exciting, right?

That question was rhetorical, folks. No need to lie to me.

So yeah. That's that, really. No new deep ponderings about the nature of hair growth. I'll have to make up for that later, I suppose.