morning... or is it?

I believe I went to bed last evening.. but spent the night staring into darkness... and not through my eyelids.

Now it's time to colour the crazy head of hair... now that is one joyous event. I guess it could be equated to drinking beers at the pub on pay per view hockey nights... but that's right... I don't drink beer... ever.

I wish my hair colouring budget was as big as someone's beer drinking budget.. oh wait..... there is NO budget for that.

Silly me... I forget just so easily.