It All Started With A Haircut

So, back the mundane events of my life. It all started when I decided to get a haircut the other day. You can tell that I've been grounded for too many days when I start to think about hairstyles. Actually, I haven't changed my hairstyle since I was four or five years old, so if you knew me back then, well you could still identify me by the hair. After that, I had a few meetings and a lot of phone calls. I decided to sign up for some volunteer work once again. It's been at least three or four years since I've done some community work, so I guess it's about time that I started again. After that, I decided that I really needed to play "catch up" with my editorials. I've never really been ahead of the game, but I just started some of my spastic writings for next month's column at my Road Warrior site. Now, I'm in the process of working through that mess that I call my desk. The paperwork expansion extended itself onto my floor and to the other end of the room. After that, the scanner project continues -- 1970's, here I come. You see, it all started with a haircut. I get less and less motivated when my hair gets longer. I can't seem to explain that. I must be making up for some sort of loss when the hair gets cut. Oh well, it sounds like I'll be busy for the rest of the night. See ya.