Hair, sex magazines, and sleeping habits

I was thinking tonight, that if I decide to shave my head over break, it would pretty much be the end of whatever attractiveness I currently have. Also, I feel like if I’m going to pose for the sex magazine, I should probably keep the hair. The reasons not to shave my head are mounting, but I am still undecided.

It’s only 5:23 AM and I’m going to try to go to sleep (that’s a lot of “to”s) soon—much earlier than usual. Yesterday I went to bed at 11:30 AM and woke up at 6 o’clock. The day before, it was something like 9 o’clock to 6 o’clock. Not good. I had terrible dreams, too; in one, an ex-girlfriend died in a car crash. I woke up believing it was true, and was in a bad mood for a bit. In another, a person I particularly disliked from high school matriculated to Wesleyan and threw rocks at my head, among other noxious activities.

The sleet is clicking its tiny clicks against my windowpanes.