Though mine had substantially less beard to go with it. And also a general lack of willingness to stand up.
Last Wednesday I blew off my usual routine (10 hours of homework/procrastination) and went out to get an actual haircut. So now it's just short and much less disappointing. I also scheduled a consult for a tattoo, my first real Portland tattoo. It felt good to spend time on myself, and it's something I need to do more of (probably in smaller bursts, rather than letting it bottle up and then forgoing a lot of shit that I probably need to be doing.)
Trish and I also went out and looked at a couple different rental properties, with the thought that maybe our dingy crap-heap of an apartment is contributing to my general distaste for Portland life. But then it's that moving is expensive and a lot of work, and the places that fit in our budget aren't really much improvement over where we are now. Trish also has a tendency toward complacency in terms of living arrangement - or maybe I tend towards being high-strung in terms of living arrangement.
This winter has been hard. All of the winters here are hard. We've talked about what happens post-graduation. And it's the "too many options" situation. I want to say that the interim is just treading water, but I guess that's not true. I'm working too hard at school to be considered stationary. So it's just pushing through this bit until it's time for something that feels less like being asleep.