My Hair Is Everything

I'm a girl. And as expected of a girl, I'm absolutely vain when it comes to my hair. For me, my hair decides how my day will be. If I'm having a bad hair day, my day ends up badly. If my hair is okay, then my day goes on as normal. If my hair is perfect, it's either my day will be perfect too or awful.
Every night, my hair is handled with care. After taking a lukewarm shower, I comb my hair in place. It has to end in a direction facing my face or else it will fly away and I'll look like a freak. When I go to sleep, I have to lie down in a certain way that my hair stays in the exact position as it did after I combed it. This is why I don't like washing my hair before I go somewhere, because then I'd have to constantly comb/brush my hair until it dries so that it can end up the way I want it to. And I have to make sure it does or else my day will be a flop.
This is why my hair is everything.