My hair is falling out a lot more rapidly this time, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.  I really don't want to go back to the little comb-over I had going for the area around my mini cowlick.  The skin on my hands started to show those little tears that look like a rash during drilling ceremony reviews we were doing outside, in JROTC.  There are a couple of other side-effects that I find too embarrassing to mention, but I know how to remedy at least one of those.  At first, there was a discernible change in my moods, and the muscles of my lower back knotted up like I'd taken a good spinal beating with a cinder block.  I'm still a bit irritable, but that's both manageable and likely due in equal part to a conglomeration of other factors, such as my poor sleeping habits, diet, exercise, and I've never been a big fan of the screechy TAG underclassmen who just always seem to be a few feet closer than I want them to be.  The damage those little brats have done over the past year—and seem content to continue doing—to my eardrums can never be undone.  I don't want to be subjected to their twittering squeals about hamsters and their connection to Sasquatch.  Alas, I digress...