My anxiety seems to have gotten a lot worse recently, and I can't tell if it's because my grandmother died last month (yes, it sucked just as much as watching the first one die), because of national fuckery, or because my antidepressant has gotten less effective in dealing with it after three years. Maybe I'm the lucky winner of all three! I've already thought about calling and cancelling my appointment twice this morning, even though I literally have not had a hair cut since June. Maybe my antidepressant IS still effective, and it is the voice in my head saying, "Suck it up, buttercup."
Anyway, I was thinking about getting a pixie cut, because my preference is short hair always, but I might also just get my current style cut off at the chin, because apparently this cut makes my face look pleasant. Allegedly. And let's be clear, the person alleging this is my sister. Let's clarify further that I have started saying "let's be clear" on a daily basis as a tribute to President Obama.
Probably should not have had the second coffee. I am wearing the proper shoes for a long walk after Schrodinger's haircut, so whether or not that occurs I'm going to try to walk it off for a couple of hours. I did that last night after work regardless of improper footwear and earned two blisters, which was my own damn fault, which is also an accurate description of the origin of most of my problems.