The salon chopped off seven inches of my hair.
They layered it all.
Gave me bangs.
And put in large chunks of gloriously bright, synthetic red color, mostly through out the front, then fading into the back.
I feel great.
Except for the fact that I am developing what appears to be a cold.
Damn it all.
Cool new hair do, and instead of showing it off, I'm at home popping over-the-counter, get well sooner pills.
Night.
