Weighed the relevant data: (1) If I wash my hair, the Comcast person will show up while I am washing my hair. (2) The Comcast people never show up before the last possible minute (3) My hair still reeks of smoke from Tuesday night (3) My brush got irrevocably caught in it when trying to render a simple ponytail. The last decided it, and I washed my hair. No Comcast people.
I dreamed last night, and the hair thing reminded me, that I had cut my hair up to my chin and permed it. And everyone kept telling me how cute I looked. I was disturbed.