I just desoldered my nonworking cigar box guitar, and I found the problem, but now the SO is at rehearsal and in his car is the box of parts I need to finish the repair. Grump.

And then I tried to make some payments and the system is down. It tells me they're due anyway, and to call this number to make them, but I HAVE CALLED ENOUGH PEOPLE TODAY, UNIVERSE! And some of them were quite stressful calls for a phone fear person. So that shall have to wait until tomorrow.

And my stomach has been grumbling all day, since before I woke up, and I don't want to eat anything but I'm probably hungry.

Harumph, you ducks, go home!

So anyway. I see no other recourse than to go play in the studio for the remainder of the evening. It's not on me. I will shed this completely unproductive and frustrating day and make some music.

Ugh, that is waaaay too much severe digestive unrest!

And yes, I spent most of high school dying my hair with kool aid. Then I discovered manic panic.

Is Manic Panic a permanent color?

Not Erin, but no, not permanent. Unless you are asking about the spots on the bathtub or shower curtain, or anywhere else where you rinse it out.

"semi-permanent" in that it eventually washes out of hair and off skin. If yr gonna dye a cat, go with kool aid, it's way less toxic.

Depends on your hair, too--many years ago I bleached chunks amd covered with manic panic red, and so did a friend, in early November. His were gone by thanksgiving. Mine were still bright after the new year, at which point I bleached them again.

Manic Panic on my hair only ever lasted a week or so, even with color safe shampoo. It wouldn't rinse out entirely, just enough to look really faded and crappy. I loves my Special Effects though.

Just out of college, I had a roommate leave early and stick me with both the security deposit and some of her stuff. She had real manic panic that spilled in the beige wall to wall carpeting that I finally got out with nail polish remover and judicious trimming of the carpet. However, when it was in her blonde hair, she would need to renew it every 2 weeks or so.

I was never able to dye my hair fun colors. The most I could do was Manic Panic, which would give my hair a slight tint of whatever color it was, if the light was right. I was never brave enough to try bleaching it first -- I knew that my parents wouldn't get too upset about something that would wash out eventually, but bleach would probably get me in trouble.

I used some weird shellacky type colour and painted it in over the red streaks--either purple or bronze. It's kind of remarkable that my school hadn't thought to ban that, given the control they exercised over our clothing.

My sister was looking for examples of "this is how we bend the rules" to wear what you want with a school uniform in effect. She seemed surprised that I was one of the people skirting rules, but good lord--that's what my first 25-30 years consisted of: "You shoulda been specific..." I can't honestly say I don't still subscribe to that ethos, but if we're only allowed to wear religious symbols you might want to specify currently practised religions, or religions the wearer believes in...just saying. I did wear my ankh all through high school on that poorly worded rule's back.

I am tired, cranky and headachey (it's good this held off until Thursday), but I'm in the last week of the sketching effort and I really don't feel up to drawing today. Or feel right using one of the pictures I drew ahead of time.

Gotta go put on the big girl knickers now.