Aspect ennui
It is funny how being the sole engineering resource on this latest project has not sufficed to motivate me to do work. I seem content to defragment my hard drive and fantasize about shaving my head. I really want a mohawk, but D. insists that he loves my hair. This is perfectly understandable as I do have fabulous hair, but nevertheless I am bored with my personal appearance. Facial hair is not an option because I do not want to rob D. of the pleasures of my sensually smooth hypertrophic lips. Also, it would look as though I was riding the coattails of my coworker M., who now bears a passing resemblance to Ming the Merciless. I could dye my coif, but I just do not know how successful that will be seeing how dark it is (except for the gray). I wouldn't mind piercing my nipple or nipples, but I have had bad experiences with the permanency of such ventures. So, other than continuing to play with my sideburns (at this point, finding something new in that department is a stretch) I keep coming back to shaving my head into a mohawk. I think it would look good, but the timing is off, what with the cold weather and all.
And I really hate hats.
And I really hate hats.