Hair woes

Despite the unexpected snow day from work on Monday, this week is officially dragging. Luckily, I'm leaving work early on Friday, because I have an appointment with my extremely nice, extremely intuitive, extremely over-priced hairdresser, Liz.

I am beginning to get that restless feeling in the pit of my stomach and sense that I need a change. So I figure I can either chop my hair off, quit my job (which I love very much), or dump my boyfriend (just kidding, D. I'm not that restless). Haircut it is. I have mixed feelings, but unless I mutter 'just lightly trim the ends' at the last second, I intend to emerge five inches shorter. My hair, that is.