Joys of Bandwidth; Stuff
It’s a background exhaustion you don’t even notice, coupled with the throbbing stress headache of the soul that only comes from four-hour exams on which you do not do very well, that makes this time of year so special. So now, being done with all but one midterm, when I should be working on those two late homework sets I deprioritized this weekend, I’m listening to the crown jewels of Song Fight!, hoping for something mindboggling. The theory is that contestants get a song title, and have two weeks to write and record something grand. The results are mixed – I keep hoping I’ll stumble upon some method for selecting only wacky, so-bad-they’re-good entries rather than mundane, crap-garage-band entries, but thus far no luck.
The other great thing about exam weeks is remembering to appreciate showers – nothing feels quite so good as a shower when you’re trying to procrastinate. But – and this is a huge but – the Salon Selectives sneak has struck again! I am left with neither shampoo nor conditioner and my hair is getting greasy and tangly. Those hair-care products were given to me by my mother, as a Christmas present, you cold-hearted fucknose!
So I’m really truly going to fill a decoy bottle with bleach this time. Has anyone else resorted to tricks like this? Has it worked? Do you have any advice?
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