Hair Cut

I made a vow that I wouldn't cut my hair until after this freaking race, and I've got less than a week to go. It's starting to get really long, though not as long as during my school days. Still, it's getting there. I could slick it all back given enough gel, but that seems a bit too ridiculous. The temptation to dress up goes hand in hand. Then I'd just look some wannabe 80s corporate raider fresh out of B-school, or whatever cute abbreviation they give business school.

Way I see it, I can shave my head bald, get a crew cut, or just get it cut a little shorter and continue to part it. Or, of course, slick it all back. Why is this so difficult? I don't know. For someone that tries not to give a damn about what other people think, this is certainly causing me a lot more grief than I'd anticipated.

At this rate, there's not going to be any resolution. I may well just stop a stranger and ask them before going into the barber's. Then again, I also have to find a barber. Stupid freaking barbers. I hate the barbers. I hate hair cuts. Shazbot.