What must that be like, I wonder? To wake up with your hair looking pretty much the way it did when you went to sleep, rather than having reconstructed itself into an interesting and artistic tribute to birds nests and haystacks? To not have to start every day by attempting to wrestle it into submission? To just be able to brush it and...and...go?
What do you even do with all that spare time? I think I'd take up a hobby.