I finally lost my composure tonight and attacked my hair. I'd been trying to grow it out for Halloween, for my Cyndi Lauper costume, but I have resolved to modify an old wig for the occasion. As much as I love playing dress-up, I simply can't feature looking like a rejected Beatle for another two-and-a-half months.
So, that's it. Much less hair, much less looking like a teenaged MySpace Boy.
Yay for home-made haircuts.