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.