Today is Boomtime, day 64 in the season of Discord, 3269.
My hair is now at least 10, maybe 12 inches shorter; I had to confirm to the woman *twice* that I did in fact want it all cut off to my chin. I should've saved the ponytail, but it wasn't in good enough shape, especially the ends, to donate to Locks of Love I don't think (part of the reason I was inspired to chop it off was that I had horrible split ends and the remains of some bleach jobs and general damage). Pictures will follow after it's been washed and I let it curl rather than keep the blow-dried straight and curled under style I've got right now. I. Love. It. I'm tempted to dye it red again, except that would cover up the nifty silver strands I'm getting in ever-increasing numbers, and I suppose I should take some time to enjoy having completely healthy hair for the first time in more than a decade.