This morning, I finally got around to cutting my hair, just in time for my excursion to the Lone Star State.  With the buzz, I like to cut it, at the very least, once every two weeks.  Every week is ideal, but I get lazy (surprise).  This time, I’ve gone over a month between cuts, which is the longest I’ve gone since I buzzed my head almost five years ago.  It hasn’t been a big deal, though.  The way I see it, I’ve had no where to go and no one to impress.  Here are some pics.