Last night, kind of on a whim, I got a good 85% of my hair chopped off. I must say, I didn't realize how much weight I had been carrying around, and it's nice seeing my ears again. Poor lady at the hair salon had to use a chisel and a hammer to disconnect the shag from my head. After leaving there, I sped over to Amanda's place. After several looks at me she admitted "If you looked like that when I met you, I never would have dated you."
Ain't life grand.
(she was kidding...right?)