I have two rolls of film I need to get developed of Beardface getting his mohawk. Which will get developed when I gets some money. Which may be tomorrow.
Or may not be.
I will upload them when I have prints.
Assuming that they are not terribly under/over exposed because the light meter in my camera is defunct. And I am too embarrassed to unscrew it and maybe find out that it is because I put the battery in backwards.
I may be leaving my house forever soon. Never to return again.
Because if I can't make a mess and do weird crazy things at 3am, then this is not the way I want to live.
If I'm not poor, I'm not happy.
I am talking to a shrink tomorrow about my anxiety. I don't have anything to tell her right now. "Can we reschedule for next week? Everything is fine right now so I don't have anything to tell you. M'kay?"
I want to shave my head. All of it. So it is fuzzy and feels like velvet when you rub it the right way. I am going to sit in my classes for a week just rubbing my head. This is acceptable because everyone knows I am a creep anyway.
I am going to time it so that it syncs up when I leave the house so I can pretend to have an excuse for shaving my head. I wonder if I can barter with Mulu. Trade some pictures for some alone time with a razor. Or I will ask the kid with the same name as the guy who started "Stuff on my cat" for his. Maybe he will shave the back for me.
We talked about doing this in the middle of lecture one day. As in cutting hair while the lecture was going on. Snip, snip, snip, snip, buzz.
Watched Fight Club again last night.
It's not until you lose all hope that you are completely free.