There's a moment in Shaun of the Dead that I've always found particularly poignant: when, the night before he's first attacked by zombies, Shaun drunkenly stumbles in the kitchen and scrawls on his to-do list: "Sort life out!"

I shaved my head today, and as usual I can never tell if shaving my head is just symptomatic, or if I feel like I'm starting to get things sorted out because I shaved my head. It seems like I am getting a handle on things, in a lot of little ways.

And just as important as getting all that hair off my head: after getting a bunch of work dumped on me last Friday, I'm finally where I want to be on my piecework. Everything is in the can until I get another batch of edits tomorrow. I would have been at this point days ago, but oh, this week, this week.

To the Winchester! Bring long tails, and ears for hats.