At 3:30 yesterday afternoon, my in-box was...(wait for it, wait for it)...EMPTY. For the first time since (and this is just embarrassing) AUGUST 2006, there is nothing awaiting my response. I think I felt the universe quiver just a little.
And then, because I was just all caught up in the order and catch-up-edness of it all, I decided to shuffle through my Bloglines account. I sorted through all the blogs I don't read anymore (or the ones I reading only because they made me mad, and that's an awful reason to read a blog) and I chucked 'em. I went all the way from (this is also embarrassing) 150 feeds down to a much more manageable 88.
I just feel all sparkly.
At least, I DID, until I decided to continue my Great Streak of Productivity by touching up my own roots. I've seen my hairdresser do it--it couldn't be that hard, right? Right? I went to the beauty supply place to get the stuff.
Here is what I learned:
First of all, root touching-up is best left to the professionals. Unless you want to look like a leopard. Which I do.
If you feel you must, must touch up your own roots, do not do so with a product that has the word "Radical" in the brand name. This no doubt contributes to the leopard-ishness.
I have a call in to my hair dresser to see if I can slink shamefully back into the salon for a fix. Any hair horror stories you'd like to share to help me feel better?
