Eurgh, my hair is a disaster today.
It has gotten so long, it is collapsing under its own weight. Normally, for "normal" people, this would not be a problem, but I have sort of developed the habit of using hair-shellac to glue my hair into upward-pointing spiky bits. When even this massively heavy-hold hair goo cannot keep my hair from flopping downward into an awful fringe -- well, that is just far longer than my hair should be.
I am thinking of getting a haircut at lunch today. Sounds like a good solution, right? Unfortunately, I completely neglected to bring hair product with me to work today. (GASP!) I know. Very shortsighted of me. And of course, after months of carrying some around with me everywhere I go, the one day I really need some, it is at home. I have plenty of silver glitter, but that will not exactly help my hair stand up, now will it?
Also, I would be more okay with having unpleasant hair today, were I not going to an "event" tonight. Not much of an event, and I am damned sure that many people will have worse hair than mine -- but I still want to look my best for the Advance Screening of Star Trek: Nemesis. (I know!! I know!! How mind-blowingly exciting is this??? Yeeeehah for friends with "connections," right??) What if Patrick Stewart was there and he saw my really awful hair? What if Michael Dorn sneered at me? What if Gates McFadden pointed and laughed?!?
Of course, none of them will actually be in attendance. It is a matter of boldest optimism to even joke. But still. What if?
That does it. Haircut. For me. Right. Fucking. Now.