I dyed my hair. Red, like, really freaking red. The picture doesn't even do the intensity of the color any justice. It’s awesome. I figured that with all this shit going on now and with the probability that I will need to shave my head (or suffer the trauma of waking up to chunks of it on my pillow – I think not!) sometime in the near future, that I should enjoy it now. I haven’t had hair this wonderfully unnatural a color since I was seventeen and it was violet. It’s definitely much more me than the blonde was. It makes me feel younger, more fun, more alive. I know that probably sounds silly, but I don’t go to parties, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, I’m rather frugal, and I’m so frequently limited in what I can do. It’s nice to have the freedom to do exactly what I want; something so simple and so enjoyable when there is so much else that’s a mess.