This is what happens when I vowed not to think about the pressures of the coming week - my hair turned dark brown, with my unconceived consent.
And I still haven't pressed the "send" button until now, after hours of staring at the computer, editing and re-editing the letter. It's not that I have doubts that this path that I'm about to take isn't for me, I'm just dreading the actions that I have to make before I start the next chapter of my career.
Oh well, sooner or later, I have to press that button. Man up, Jam!
On a lighter note, at least I know how I look with brown hair - medium brown to be specific.