Origami - too fiddly

Here's a paper box I folded a few months ago. I was, as I frequently am, very bored one day and decided to have a crack at making some of the origami shapes I had somehow ended up in possession of instructions for. I could only figure out the box so I made several of them, lined them up on the window sill and there they remain; dusty, slightly faded testimony to my malaise. As further proof of my utter ennui I have taken photographic evidence of said boxes and devoted an entire paragraph to explaining their existence. Actually, on second thought they are less boxes and more cubes since "box" would seem to imply that they might at least serve a useful purpose in containing something and such isn't the case.
To complete the picture of boredom, here is me being bored. Perhaps I don't seem all that fed up at first glance but when you take into account the amount of inactivity that must precede the descision to take a photo of oneself as though there is someone else in the room you may well appreciate it. Perhaps it is just a vain attempt to convince myself that I do in fact still exist, something easily forgotten when you have gone several days without a single social interaction to speak of. Or, possibly more likely, perhaps it is to remind myself how desperately I need a hair cut.

And it's worked because now I have started thinking about the tiresome task of finding a hairdresser who won't completely ruin my efforts at growing the stuff longer by cutting too much off in an attempt to make me at least appear "oshare" for 2 hours after I leave the salon. 2 hours being about the length of time my hair retains any of the shape, volume or style a persistant hairdresser can inspire in my locks. The following 2 months are invariably then spent trying to recreate that look to little or no avail whereupon I seek a new hairstyle that is more likely to be maintainable by someone who despises hair products of every description. I have failed in every attempt so far and am being extremely tempted by the idea of shaving it all off. One day it will happen, this I guarantee. One thing only prevents me from doing it right now; the cold. Without hair I know I would freeze in my bed, I already find it impossible to sleep unless I have socks on. Too chilly.