I can't believe I cut my own hair!

Because that makes perfect sense when you're insanely depressed, right?!?!

So what I couldn't stand was the idea of sitting in some stranger's chair and letting her cut the hair off of my head, so I blew through most of my allowance for the next two weeks and bought clippers. To be fair, the clippers only cost a little more than the haircut would have. And I had to cut my hair, SOMEONE had to cut my hair, because it gets long and it gets magically shitty like Einstein hair. And then I came up with the crazy idea that if I could cut my hair myself, because my wife was afraid of cutting my hair and I figured that if I could cut my hair OK, then she could do it better.

And I guess it turned out OK? My hair was acceptable, once my wife spent about 4 minutes cleaning up the back of it. So yay, I guess.