I just got my hair cut, because apparently some stupid part of me thinks there's even a tiny chance that I might get an interview. I had the same stylist as last time, and that's what she said to me while she was doing it. She asked like half a dozen times if I was sure. When she was done, she said "You can go cry in your car, I won't tell anyone." She doesn't know I'm trans (unless she's super insightful. I think one of the other stylists might be, so who knows). But anyway, all I could think was "You're joking, but I'm probably going to." Almost did. Picked up some ice cream on the way home. Currently dead inside. Might as well play Dark Souls.