Once again, haircut = bad. The bangs need about a third of an inch to be decent and my hair needs at least 4 inches before I’m happy. I’ve gotten mixed reviews. The ladies at work liked it. Daniel wasn’t sure about the bangs. Mike likes it. Tom’s reaction was, “oh god damn it, you cut your hair!” (not to say he doesn’t like it like this, but he *really* liked it before). Yeah, I know. It’s just hair, it grows back. I’m just going to chalk it up to being “The Summer ‘Do” and swear off cutting my hair for the rest of the year and it will be fabulous again in time for New Years or something.