What a day, what a day...

The hard drive on my computer decided to crash last night.

After a frustrating morning of my own attempts at playing Mrs. fix-it, I finally bit the bullet and took the poor thing over to the apple store. $180 later, I had a new hard-drive. I'm not complaining about the price because I was expecting it to be around 400 or 500 given it was no longer under warranty- but, alas, there was a bit of silver lining to this whole technological disaster.

Took a shower and pulled a clump of hair about the size of a date out of my head.

Alarming.

I've always shed quite a bit- but not like this.

Why is my hair falling out?

Naturally, like any good hypochondriac, I consulted webmd.

Alopecia. Hypopituitarism. Or just good old fashioned hair loss.

I suppose a typical reaction to the amount of hair I've been losing- especially for a young woman- would be to cry. And I definitely have felt at moments that I wanted to.

But, I remind myself, it's still just hair: at least you aren't going blind or deaf and have all your limbs.

There are always wigs.

Then again, I'm getting way ahead of myself assuming I'll be losing all my hair, or even a noticeable amount.

Either way though, I'm losing a considerable amount and it's quite mysterious.

I alerted my boss, who is a hairstylist, and I went in to get a small trim.

She seemed to think it was all due to stress.

I didn't know whether that was good or bad news.

How does one manage stress in modern day America?

My therapist has spent the whole summer dishing out advice on this very thing. (A bonafied gem of a lady, btw.)

But still, I am bonded ever-more deeply, no matter how good I've become at appearing collected, at harboring a category 5 hurricane inside me.

I won't spend the entire entry trying to convince all of you that my stress levels are exceptionally greater than anyone else's, or more valid; they aren't.

Rather, I'd really like to know, what is everyone's number one stressor, and number one way of relieving stress?

I know it's a rather vague question with perhaps some very obvious answers, but that's sort of the point.

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Be honest! I think it would be interesting, and maybe helpful to know, even though obviously we are all different and experience and deal with things in our own ways, what the common ground is, why, and how it can be changed.

Surely, life doesn't have to be this complicated.

On another note, if my hair does decide to stop running away from me, I, for the first time in my life, have a hair goal. I know, it sounds silly, but a hair goal is just what I need to keep me from my spontaneous attraction to scissors. So, By George, do not let me cut my hair.