May 31st, 2006


hair fix #3

Going in this afternoon to try for the third time to get my hair fixed. I swear if there's even the slightest hitch I'm getting it cut off.

Tammy apparently scored a Rogue X3 poster for me while she was at Balticon last weekend. I have excellent friends. *beam*

debela is burning through season one of La Femme Nikita at an outrageous rate, and making me cackle with delight. I warned her about eight million times that the first several episodes aren't any good at all, and then there's a sudden paradigm shift. She started emailing with the paradigm shift episodes, and by the 8th one--which is where Ted and I realized that hey, maybe they've actually gotten their shit together!--her email began with AUGH AUGH AUGH! This is very satisfying. :)

'k, time to walk to the twain station.


Hair color: much better. Not striped. I am now going to do nothing to it for 6 weeks and then make some kind of decision about whether I'm going to keep it long or not. Right now it's pretty dry and thrashed from the stripping treatment, but I have expensive shampoo and conditioner, and the brutal hairdresser assured me that with patience and continued use my hair would work its way back to normal.

Man, my scalp hurts. Irish hairdressers are not gentle. Ow. Also, my Young Dubliners t-shirt did not survive the experience. Apparently the stripping agent dripped down the back of the shawl and bleached streaks into my shirt. I didn't discover that until I came home. Not so happy about that.

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I have not looked at HoS today, and that makes me happy. Ted's making bbq ribs for dinner, and that makes me even happier. I think I'm going to go shopping tomorrow, which isn't so much a happy-making thing (usually quite the opposite) as it is simply Not Working On HEART OF STONE, which is inherently happy.

I need to find some tape to close up the DVD envelope I accidentally opened this morning, so I can send it back.

This is my life. Small things. :)

miles to Isengard: 57