I went into Manhattan today, to SoHo, to get my (basically) annual haircut. It’s a well-documented truth that haircuts freak me out, and I tend to put them off until my hair is so unruly I have no choice but to become Det. Tutuola’s doppelganger. It can be hard to tell exactly when my hair crosses that line, but it’s basically cleaning it up from this:

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