Every once in a while, I start jonesing for a change of appearance, the focus of which generally lands on my hair. Everyone I know would be furious if I dyed my hair another color, which means the only option I have is to cut off all of my hair. About a month or so ago I started to feel the urge to shake things up, which came to a head this evening. This is the result! I'm still not sure how I feel about it, though. It always takes a few days to figure out the logistics of a new hairstyle, so I'm sure it will grow on me. Get it?
This is my war room, when it's not functioning as a bedroom, that is. Whenever I need or want to be extremely productive, I bring my work to my bed, where I can sit comfortably and spread out my things without the distraction of a TV or my propensity for people watching. With the Federal Clerkship Workshop tomorrow night and all day Friday, I employed the "war room" to get started on the next section of my article. Considering how productive I've been tonight, I may forgo the library and coffee shops for the rest of the semester.
