listen to the boulevard,

Good grief, how I love Dr. House.
And how I hate.hate.hate insomnia.
Sigh.

It's time for a change.
I'm going to start on the outside and work my way in.
Mostly because I've decided to take a Cher Horowitz approach to this and say that makeovers do the body/heart/mind good, as well as the face and hair.
Yes, I've decided to be superficial.
I'm okay with it.

I'm finally going to get rid of this black shit in my hair.
Or, I'm going to attempt to anyway.
Heh. That's the fun part.
The fun part after that is, trying to find a color light enough to put over it that WON'T turn it back to black,
but also won't look like shit.
Sigh.

I'm just sick of looking at it.
I'm hoping that finally fixing my hair will make me want to change the rest of me,
starting with this god forsaken INSOMNIA.

I'm going to try to stay up all night.
If I go to sleep now, I risk not hearing my alarm clock, because this is now the fifth night in a row to get four hours of sleep or less,
and after a while, it catches up to ya and you sleep like a fucking rock.

Sigh.
I hate you, insomnia.