The other day I called the guy who cuts my hair to see if I could zip in and have him quickly trim my bangs and he didn’t have anything available for a week. Oh well, I thought — the front of my hair is driving me crazy but I guess I’ll have to wait. In the meantime I went in for a medical test — and the result was fine — but the nurse read me a bunch of things I shouldn’t do over the next twenty four hours, because of the anesthetic preventing good judgment and the possibility of not remembering what I did. Those included driving a car, making important decisions, signing papers and other significant things. I noticed this morning that my bangs are considerably shorter and not particularly even. They should consider adding cutting your own hair to the list.