gigamatic

so, I've been growing this mop since this autumn, at least. i keep getting it trimmed up for wedddings or holidays, and it's slowly getting longer. sometimes, I like it, sometimes I hate it, but mostly I just dont care.

Some of you would say "duh"...

I don't know what I want. I guess I want my old hair back, from high school. When it was full and shiny and slightly more wavy and my face was less gaunt and had more "baby fat". Since that isnt going to happen...

Mainly I just dont care. I'm too busy to care, and when I get too busy to care, I eventually end up cutting it all off again because it's simpler that way. But, there's a difference. I hit a brick wall. With my face. I suddenly realized I aged about 10 years in the last 24 months or so. I look like I f*cked Jeffy, to make an inside joke.

Work is sucking the life out of me these past couple weeks. I've tried hard to get it back... I'm losing another assistant in 4 months. I'm not getting a raise again (thank you Bob Taft.)

So, if I dont have a panic attack or a nervous breakdown by the end of the month, or just go full-blown crazy (something I consider EVERY day lately at work...) maybe I'll go see Patrick for my quarterly haircut. And after that, see about getting some new, more studly spectacles. Maybe.