I just went to the bathroom and was struck anew with my new hair color. I love love love it. Now if I could just get it cut. I have an appointment, but soonest I could get in with my girl was next Wednesday. I know I should just suck it up and go with someone else, but Christy had been cutting my hair (not counting the year I was in Florida) since early 2001. I got my first haircut from her about 2 weeks after she started at the downtown Aveda salon and I've yet to get a bad cut from her.

I just finished up 32oz of club soda. The fountain at the lunch room here has the option for just soda instead of mixing it with any of the syrups. Mmmmmm...

In other news, I am feeling creative in a strange way. I've been having the urge lately to write porny, porny slash. My problem has been trying to work it into my existing stories/series. None of them are really at the point where dirty boysex is quite happening yet. I may have to jump ahead with Stan/Casey and write some drunken, rooftop Prom!Sex.