Divisions and Precisions

So uh... what's the last thing in the world you'd expect me to do?

I needed to get my hair cut. The ends were getting icky and it was just generally a mess. I thought I'd maybe go for something a little different this time, maybe some long layers or something, but nothing drastic.

Off to the salon this afternoon. The hairstylist pointed out that long layers on hair as long as mine wouldn't really change anything.

"How short would it have to be for layers to work?" says I.
"About to your shoulderblades."
I am puzzled by this. "How long is it now?"
"Almost to your waist," says she.

She was exaggerating, a bit. It was about halfway down my back. Yeah. I used the past tense there, didn't I. I figured, wait a minute, if I don't know how long my hair is, then it's time to get it cut, because clearly I'm not paying attention.

Ignore the goofy look on my face. I think I was still thinking, "Oh my god. I cut my hair." All told, she cut off about six inches. Maybe 7 or 8, it's hard to judge. My head feels lighter. My hair is all bouncy now. I'm in shock. Happy shock, but shock.

Guess I should change my user picture, huh?