puck exchange

Friday is my exchange surgery. The day when the hockey pucks get swapped for something more saline. Actually, saline. Instead of rocks, I will be salt water. There's some kind of pun in there, having to do with rocks and the deep blue sea, but i am not equipped to figure it out.

at any rate, i will feel more anatomically correct at the gym.

oh, and the hair is growing back. And, it seems to be darkening....i hope