For a number of reasons that cannot be adequately covered here, I missed going to my hairperson yesterday to get it colored. Now, to clarify, I have been doing my own dyeing of hair for *years*, so it didn't seem such a stretch to do it again, since I wouldn't have time to see her before Thursday.
That is what I *thought*.
We won't discuss the color. It is frightening and small children flee the scene. Well, my inner child did, anyway. Currently, me and the scissors are having a heart-to-heart. Tehre is such a good chance that we are going to connect ina variety of ways.
Just. I didn't actually think this shade of purple existed. Or even *should*.
I am going to have a slow, egotistical nervous breakdown. I need to go buy *hats*.