the in-between time

Here I am, in between the stress of one day and the next. At this moment, I should be in my dorm, winding down from the night's torrent of homework and procrastination. I'm not, clearly. I was forced to come home for a haircut appointment tomorrow morning at roughly the crack of dawn (9:30 a.m. in real people time) and it is way easier on all parties involved if I just come home and sleep on the still spring-less bed.

Alas, here I am.

This whole haircut thing was an impulse. I have no idea what I want to do with my hair. This is what happens when you are anxious and play with split ends so you don't bite your nails out of anxiety. You notice the split ends, then notice how long and unkempt your hair has gotten, and get an appointment to chop said hair off. There's no thought of what the hair is going to look like after, the only thought is that it will be shorter. I need to figure this out soon.