I told my hairdresser to cut my hair "really, really short this time". So he cut it moderately short. He's not a bad man, but he does have some moral and ethical issues about the length of my hair that annoy me slightly. If I want
to look like a goddamned freak, then he should facilitate me. Instead here I am with hair too long to be unobtrusive, but too short to just flop down. I could probably use this as some clever metaphor for society at large, but I had four hours sleep last night and I've already philosophised too much this week. More musical content soon!