argh

I'd forgotten how incredibly messy this whole process is. My right hand is all blue (okay, maybe I should've worn some plastic gloves) . . . Rob thinks I killed a smurf. The blue dye isn't as dark as I remembered it. I can see blueness even in the dimness of my apartment. That means in broad daylight (not that I plan on venturing out into that bright mess) I'll be electric blue or something. "After Midnight Blue" my ass.

But hey, I have blue hair!

boom

Thunderstorm here. FINALLY. The only good thing about the oppressive humidity and heat of the summers here is the occasional thunderstorm (sometimes daily, if the weather pattern works out just so).