I made a photo diary of my day.

I got the idea from lipsoflove.

I need a haircut.  The problem is, my hair's getting long enough that I'm in between the real short cut I had before, and normal length guy hair.  It's long enough that it looks sort of puffy and ridiculous and unkempt.  If I get a haircut, I'll end up looking more well groomed, but I'll have shorter hair.  And I don't want short hair.  I want long hair.  Or at least halfway long hair.

Dangit.  The mohawk was a lot less work.

I think I may make another can of soup.  And, you know, finish writing this paper.

PS:  So, what should I do?  Have ugly hair for a week while it grows longer, or get a short cut?  Please post advice in comments, in epic verse form.

This looks like fun.

The flight attendant upstairs gave me all these little airplane sized bottles of booze as a going away present.  Never in my life have I wanted more to be one of those people who drank and drove.

Remember those surveys I was hiding around the city?  That's what I've been doing in my spare time.  Gotten three back so far, responses posted here.

Quote of the day: "you know I don't fuck without indirect lighting."

Been working working working, driving to a different facility each day.  I hate driving.  It's like, with every tap at the gas, I can feel dinosaur bones being vanished.

I feel like the guy who goes to buy a wedding ring immediately after seeing Blood Diamond is supposed to feel.