(un)Manic Monday

Sloooow Monday mornin'. I really need to get dressed and go down into town to get my hair cut, but man -- getting your hair cut is just about the hardest thing in the world to do because there are so many other things you'd RATHER do. I hate it. Plus here I always look like a retard because I haven't quite learned all the slang & terminology for the haircutting place. Usually I just walk in there, sit down, point at my hair and go, "3 centimeters. Off."

Rowing again today at 3:30. Woooo!

Also, the man who mops the floors in our dorm is not fond of me.