Blue hair. . .or not.

The hobby of youth in revolt and revolting youth* everywhere--turning one's hair vulgar and unnatural colors--does not exist in France. I have been in 3 pharmacies, 3 salons, and 2 department stores. No blue, no green, no true purple, no pink. No hazmat orange. So, in frustration, I made an appointment for a haircut. I either look like one of the Butchies with bedhead or I just look like crap. Pictures on Saturday and you can decide.

Script--not written. Tonight.
Test--gonna bomb. Or ace. No clue, it just depends how on I am at 2.
Grammar--1/2 done.
Library--walked past 5 times without finding, Trying again after class.
Photos--2 left. Developing tomorrow or Saturday.
Stamps. Bought. Despite low-level panic attack in post office.

Company Friday night! Yay!

Valerian root just made my insomnia worse. I need a tranquilizer dart. On the upside, I'm at that terribly productive no-sleep phase that Katie and Kayla may remember. Hopefully I can make it last through my exam.

*Shoutout to Nate, Katie, Chris, and Nick!!!