Heh.

Despite still feeling like crap, I've got a smug little smirk on my face right now.

I've booked my hairdressers appointment for the 31st of August.

That's the day before I travel to London to spend the day with the chaps (arrys_girlie will be well enough to travel, dammit!), shop and then go to the Maiden gig the following day. I shall be bright blue once more...

And I've booked the 7th September with her to get it cut and returned to something...'acceptable'...for work.

(NB: Anybody wanting to tell me that my hair will fall out can shut the fuck up. I. Don't. Care. Got it?)

Heh.

Blue hair.

And boobs. ;)

ETA: I just told Slay. His response?

"How much will that cost?"

Great. Just... great. He so knows how to turn a high into a low, know what I mean? Bastard.