Who knew something so simple as a haircut could mean so much? I couldn't wait anymore. I wanted my haircut so bad. Especially after the disaster of Emily trying to cut it. I called my barbershop yesterday and my girl told me she was open. I had to wait almost an hour but I didn't care. Once I slid into the chair and the hair started to come off, it was exhilarating. Its not about style for me at this point with the amount of hair I have, its more about convenience. So this will make my life much easier. So happy. I will say, getting a haircut with a mask on is weird. Hopefully by the next cut, that won't be a thing anymore.