I leave for D.C. in about a week and I need a haircut. Admittedly, the nation's capital is not known for excellent fashion sense, but then again, neither is Columbus. Still, I like to rise above the rest and look cute no matter where I am. I am perfectly comfortable with being better dressed than most of the people I meet; in that area, at least, I am relatively well-adjusted. I figure the superficial level of confidence is as good of a place to start as any, no point in developing some kind of inner fortitude only to have it destroyed by politics.

Several people have expressed worries that D.C. will change me. If so, maybe this blog will catalogue that chance, maybe even in an entertaining way.