In which I cut off most of my hair

At Vividcon, I couldn't sleep Thursday night at all. A lot of circumstances, but by around 4:30 in the a of m, I sat up and thought, you know, I have my nail scissors, I could cut all my hair off with those. It would take a long time, but... my hair was one of many things driving me batshit, and every time I would push it all back off my neck and head, it would tumble forward again right in front of my nose so I couldn't breathe. Really, if I'd had scissors in the room, I would have hacked it all off that night. I wanted it gone for a while, but planned to get it cut afterwards, and wished fervently then that I hadn't waited.
( Well, it's more soccer mommish than I'd hoped )