The first time I tried a head massager this week at Belle's place I didn't know whether I should throw up or get really, really excited. Now I love it. Everyone at the Christmas Eve Eve party got a head massage from me (will most people, the ones I liked anyhow.) I didn't use it on me afterwards. I did me first. Lice fears.
They sell them at Propaganda on Yonge Street in Toronto. I will be hitting it up on Saturday.