Lately my hair's been getting fairly long and very, um, bushy. At the same time, I'd been procrastinating on buying my airline tickets for my San Francisco trip next month (wedding attending! I'm so there, dude!).
I finally told myself "You can't get a haircut until after you've bought your tickets."
This during a period where we hit 100+ degrees for a few days.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to announce: I now have my flight reservations. And much shorter hair.