And now, this.
I cut my hair. A lot. I'd always wanted to shave my head. Never, ever have.
It's an instantaneous and profoundly freeing experience.
I remember what it's like to give up something I love. I don't have to do that often, if ever.
It will come back. I'm leaving that little ridge on top, for now. I feel like I look like either a hipster douchebag, a foppish fag from the future, or something in between. I'm rather pleased.