I thought I was just going in for a pre-trip haircut, but Norman made it so I was a rockstar all day with my new perfect bangs and fancypants ponytail. Said fancypants ponytail was described as “easy,” but it involved maybe ten pins and so much hairspray I started to see myself as a giant bug they were trying to stun. But, ah well, it’s good for my fashion. If only I were Britney Spears, so I could have Norman travel ’round the world with me. Still, it’s nice being me, ’cause, post-hairdo, my rockstar lifestyle included a rockstar sushi slap-up lunch and a SoHo stroll with Tom. Also, because I am that sort of lucky rockstar, later, when I was sitting on Spring and West Broadway having an hour-long phone natter with Kumiko, a pigeon missed pooing on me by something like a mere forty centimetres. Yes, I have rockstar powers, and I will only use them for good.