I know it’s time for a haircut when, first of all, I have split ends, but also because it’s long enough that I can pull the aforementioned split ends around in front of my face, and inspect them without going cross-eyed, and pick at them when I’m distracted. Also — when I can reach my arm up behind my back and grab the bottom of my hair. It hasn’t been this long since sometime at Tech, four years ago.
Time for a cut.
