Forget what I said yesterday. I'm addicted and I have no willpower. That tax return I've been waiting and waiting on came today, and it was sweeter than I had expected. So, here I am, just walking in the door from a slow day at work, with a bunch of beer and a box of hair dye (but not the same old, tired colour).

It should be a good night.

I'm still curious as to my natural hair colour, but I guess it'll be awhile yet before I find out. I know what it's close to and, well, I guess that'll have to be good enough for now.