I forgot to mention it here. See, my brain is on vacation.
It's almost time. The waxing happens on Friday. I am petrified. And extremely hairy. By that I mean disgustingly hairy. Like European women in their 50s disgusting.
The only good thing about being forced to grow one's body hair for an entire month is that by the time the end date comes, you don't care at all what the pain might be. You just want to be clean and smooth again. And feel less like one of those overly hairy guys who has tufts of fur coming through the opening of their shirt.