Today's Muse: Boil

I was up most of last night reading Brecht's journals, and when I woke up later it felt like my brain had attempted to crawl out my nose. "Nooo! Why do you do this to meeee!"

I like Brecht. I just need to justify slipping the time spent reading up on him under "ac. writ. research".

I was going to write something lovely and long about MEEE, but the Matrix is on tv.


Oh God I think my cat just broke something.


EDIT: I cut my hair, by the way.

EDIT2, a bit later: I never got that. Posts that go "I got my hair cut" and just that. No pictures, no interesting anecdotes about how the hairdresser nearly took your ear off or how you walked out smelling curiously of mutton. It fills me with the same fustration as reading "15% longer!" on a box of sanitary pads, beacause your next immediate thought is exactly how long is 15% longer supposed to be and how is that a selling point and if 15% is that long then how does one wear this extra-long pad without it sticking out of your pants, somehow?

So, anyhoo, I cut my hair and now it is quite short.