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My hair has suffered its share of abuses over the years. There's been a lot of bleaching, dying, DIY styling, and ill-advised home haircuts. It's a wonder the whole lot hasn't fallen out in disgust years ago. It also means, once my hair reaches any real length, it's lousy with split ends.

To call them the bane of my life is a bit melodramatic. They're irksome is all. And I've gotten into a habit, in procrastinating moments, of taking the scissors and sorting through the strands of hair until I find one that's frayed, and clipping it off.

This is a slow and pointless process that makes no tangible difference to the state of my hair. Eventually I'll conceed that the proper fix is to lop an inch off everywhere. Or pay a hairdresser to do it. Or shave off the whole damn mess and start over.

And, coincidentally, this is how my current writing is progressing as well.