Haircuts and a lack of suspects AKA Fuzzy headed blues

How on Earth to people live with long hair? I've never understood. Yes, women look extremely pretty with long hair, but I get incredibly fuzzy headed with much more than an inch of length standing up from the scalp. It's madness! Or is it possible that not everyone gets fuzzy minded? Now, that's a strange thought. Am I the strange one or am I the normal one in a world of oddities? Hard to tell, and in any case it's a flawed question, as we're all different and equally strange and normal. Except for writers of course, they're all madder than badgers in a wind tunnel.

Please don't put badgers in wind tunnels. That was only an illustration. Badgers do not deserve such torture. No-one does, not even weather forecasters or people who drive flashy cars with the music blaring. It's lucky that today is not a moaning day.

You know it's a fuzzy headed day when you spend an entire game of 'Mystery of the Abbey' (mentally substitute 'Cluedo' in if that helps) without having taken the murderer card out of the deck and put it in the secret folder, and without anyone realising that we're eliminating everyone extremely methodically. Oh, what fuzzy headed fun!

Oh, relatively long-ish hair, blast. How to deal with this mass for the last few days until slogging into town once again. It's as if a small gloomy cloud is being carried around with me, one that can be definitely felt to be moving in the breeze. My once-girlfriend liked the ginger locks, but she was mad. They drive me insane, personally. They might not still be ginger. It's hard to tell. Oh, a haircut can't come soon enough. Some people must just have more patience for these things, patience that in my own case has to be saved up for writing very long manuscripts and performing long and extremely boring computations, increasingly in three dimensions and ending badly, while looking for jobs in a faulty economy and with a lacklustre academic record.

An academic record is effectively a list of publications, and not the contents of all your lectures orchestrated and performed with the Vienna Symphony, sad though this omission might be. The next time I get a lecturing job I will try to rectify this startling omission. Do you think probability would be best taught to Strauss or Glinka? Oh, really, Shostakovich? Are you sure you're not out of your mind? Really? Interesting answer...

Yes, when you start talking to yourself in a blog entry, it is definitely time to stop and topple into sleep.

O.