Please don't leave, stay in bed (touch my body instead). Gonna make you feel it. Can you still feel it?

So, this day was. . .interesting. I colored my hair last night, and it. . .didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. It's kind of black now. I looked in the mirror this morning and thought, super. I look like Morticia Addams. Then I put on the outfit I'd planned on, and when I pulled on the boots (mid-calf, high heeled black boots) I realized right then that I could never wear those boots ever again, because I truly looked like a vampire hooker. I have a feeling if I didn't have the black hair, I'd just look like a regular hooker. So the boots have to go. Not the ones I wear on usually at least a bi-weekly basis, but a pair that I don't think I've worn since college.

Anyway, I went to a salon near my house and they told me that it would, in fact, be a long an arduous (and more expensive than I want to think about) process, but they might be able to help me. I'm a little concerned that the process is going to turn my hair to straw. Most people at work didn't think it was awful (they actually said it looked fine), but the way I figure it, if I let it grow out, I'll just have to keep recoloring the roots a color that I hate. I swear I'm never going to touch my hair again. Until I start going gray.

So work was whatever, we've survived without Vi. It's. . .so nice when she's not there. We're not being micro-managed within an inch of our lives. Now she's coming back and we're all going to get a dressing down about. . .whatever she can come up with. And I'm going to have to train that woman I don't like for my job.

After work, I had a conversation that put me into one of those "oh my God, I need to drive and sing" moods. And then. . .I needed a cheeseburger. I'm not a big beef eater, and I don't eat hamburgers very often, but occasionally, I have a hankering, and I had one of those this evening. Since I was going to be driving anyway, I thought, "Why not Burger King? In Asheville?"

Little-known fact about me: Burger King is basically the only fast-food burger I'll eat. If there's absolutely nothing else around, I'll eat something else, but Burger King is the way to go.

So one double cheeseburger later, I was still driving (and it was really foggy. I probably wouldn't have driven as far as I did had I known how foggy it was) and listening to Maroon 5. Probably not the best band, considering, but whatever.

I'm rambling.

Ok, I'm going to stop rambling. And I leave you with this: if you ever get the urge to buy me a "Because you're awesome" gift or a "Because you work too hard for too little pay and deserve something awesome in your life," I would recommend this site. Pretty much any of those would make me happy.

I'll write more when I'm not rambling.