Sometimes sleeping wears me out
First off, here's this week's hair picture. Smiling doesn't make it any better.
Also! The dreams I had last night were kind of weird. First I dreamed that I was rock, old cold black rock smeared with a thin layer of meat. When I lay down the rock would settle through the meat and poke through. There was something about the rock singing, too, but that was kind of difficult to remember. Then I dreamed I was back in high school, during my theater days. The stage was pretty much the only place I remember being comfortable in high school. I knew my lines, I knew where I was supposed to stand, I knew what people would say back to me when I talked to them. It was like an hour long, non-interactive social life, every night for two weeks. So last night I dreamed about the stage, and people laughing at the things I said, and the crowd thinking "This is Tim? Tim Akers? Huh."