It Would Be Nice

if I could just update this blog at work. Unfortunately I can't because I've already thrown around the word "commie" a bit too often around here. So at the end of the day, I'm too tired to record any thoughts I might have had. This is a bad habit. If I'm going to be a writer I have to be able to power through and write come hell or high water.

Nothing much I can remember worth reporting, except that I cut my own hair today, and surprisingly, I like it better than when the professional did it, about a week ago. For some reason, if you're a professional, it seems that the only style you could come up with for my hair is "mullet."