paging freud, or miss cleo, or whoever.

so last night i had this dream where one of BoyCat's co-worker's friends (who doesn't really exist in real life, but did in the dream, you know?) gave me a really bad haircut at her salon in a run down part of the city. it wasn't that it was terribly short, but just in these two big hacked layers, and i absolutely hated it. i was agonizing over how to fix the damage and make myself presentable in public when i woke up.

and honestly, i can't decide whether this means i should cut my hair, or i shouldn't! is it representative of a subconscious dislike of my haircut now, or some sort of anxiety around losing the long haircut i've got?

deep thoughts from kate on this tuesday morning...