Anyway: the success condition here, which I have been living with for a few days, involves feeling like someone is following me around the house, because no matter where I go, there's something that does not smell like me. That smells like someone's shampoo. But not mine. I look forward to this period being over. I just want to turn around and demand, "What?", but of course it's only my own hair following me. Well. A few more days I guess.
Funny things, brains.
