Wasting Time in the Morning

It is surprisingly hard to find ways to waste time in the early morning. There is no point in heading off to the lab--by the time I parked, I would just have to return. You see, I have made a crucial decision: I am getting a haircut.

Admittedly, it is less of a crucial choice for me than it was for say, Samson. But I feel that I need to project that thin, critical veneer of respectability for when I give tours tomorrow to the incoming students.

Besides, I am curious about how my barber's Thanksgiving went.

However, all of this has to wait until 9 AM because I get my haircut by a gentleman in the latter part of his middle-age who has his own barber shop and who requires appointments because he otherwise would rather sleep in.

I have 45 minutes left to kill.