You know, I’m so damn happy to actually see blue skies and sunshine that I can almost forgive the epic snowfall of last night. That’s it though, right? No more snow and spring will be here on Sunday? I can tell it’s close; for the last week or so the air has been suspiciously floral. It’s a little delightful, actually – much nicer than the usual smells of downtown.

I’m slowly getting used to being a productive member of society again. The first few days were slow going; yesterday I was so tired at my desk I swear I dozed off between meetings. I don’t know if it’s the sunshine or the pound of sugar I ate for breakfast, but today I am awake and chipper and ready to start doing unholy things with test tubes and Bunsen burners. Stuff is good.

Well, almost everything. Since I got my haircut last week, I’ve been a little bothered by it and yesterday I figured out why: I have Maude Flanders hair. There is nothing sexy about having Maude Flanders hair, and I’m a little traumatized by it. I may have to try and fix it myself, or at the very least use a lot more hair goo to keep things in place in a way that doesn’t make me look like a dead cartoon character. There are very few things that a palmful of wax and hairspray won’t fix – if I have to, I’ll go buy some Aqua Net. You simply don’t fuck around with Aqua Net; ozone layer be damned.