Scalped...

I decided it was time, so this afternoon, I went into the salon.

"How do you want it cut," the stylist asked, to which I answered "Off!"

So, one french braid later, she hacked off the tail and the back of my neck once again saw the light of day.

Now I just need to decide what to do with it. It represents five years of effort; I can't just throw it away.

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I have to remember to forward this to my parents...

Gack...

So tonight, when I was getting ready for bed, I went through my usual ritual of taking off watch, glasses, and by reflex I reached back to take of the band that held my hair in a ponytail.

Which would have worked just fine, if I hadn't had the damn thing hacked off this afternoon.

I was wondering when I would have a "My God, what have I done?" moment; I guess now I know.

Gotta wonder how long it'll be before that reflex is bred out of me - with my luck, it'll be shortly after I decide to grow my hair out again.