Thursday, March 17, 2005

Bleach Baby

Sorry, but posts about pressing moral and political issues will have to wait until later today, as my I.Q. just went down 50 points.

It all started when my mother offered to treat me to something that would transform my mane, which had recently become disturbingly high-contrast....

I spent six hours in the able hands of this dear man, trying to get the red out. Two of those hours were spent intermittently waiting (he's a busy guy), so all in all, it was four hours of "out, out, damned spot." Finally... was over. And I am very happy. Except that I can no longer do higher math.