Brad Pitt:
My philosophy

Found a lock out of place on forehead this morning. I am beginning to think that perhaps hair is not just hair. Not sure, will have to meditate on this tonight after shampoo and rinse.

Finished reading Hegel for Dummies. He doesn't have much to say about hair. And he's pretty dry. Reread Clifford, the Big Red Dog. Very funny. Must remember to suggest a movie version to Philip. No progress on troubling hair conundrum. I may be losing my grip on reality.

Is it possible that the world is really divided into two segments: those with good hair and those without? And I wonder if those with good hair are particularly blessed. Wouldn't that make me more blessed than anyone? Perhaps I am a step closer to the answer to this maddening riddle. Hair still out of place. Why? (Choked on a Milk Dud this evening. Avoid those.)

Rewatched Legends of the Fall seven times this afternoon. My hair looked very fine in that movie. It spoke of inner pain, of the potential for bravery in a coward's world and of the beauty of the universe. Also, my hair looked really, really fluffy. There is some light at the end of the tunnel, perhaps. If only I could touch it (I think I'd be able to with longer arms).