Cutting your own hair to avoid studying is not a good idea.
The fact that I own a pair of small paper scissors does not automatically make me a hairdresser. I may need a fairly short haircut to fix this.
Meanwhile, something is growing in my shower. Nothing in the bathroom dries very well, or at all.
I’m sitting in my wee room, with the bathroom door shut to contain the mould, nose streaming, dreadful self-haircut tied back, feeling a little bit sorry for myself. Now that I’ve written up this diary, I can’t put it off any longer. It’s time for The Slug Essay.