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hehe Who said anything about sane?  
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Hair: Last night, I found 3 unused tubes of VO5 hot oil in my junk drawer, so I heated one up and used it as an overnight treatment. I'm trying to recover my hair as much as possible after 2 weeks of virtual neglect.
   This morning was the usual CWC routine. I have also recently come to the disturbing realization that my hair is the same color as a daddy longlegs spider.    Being deathly arachnophobic, this gives me one more reason to color!

The lock of hair that I'd started building was trashed over the weekend by office custodians, so I've had to start over. It's going well...

Boys, Boys, Boys: Got a random e-mail from an old flame who is apparently directing a video for Ex-VoTo.    That started a texting session with (another old flame) elder goth K. What I really want is to be with drummer boy, but he's obviously been too busy to even text me today.
   *sigh*    Lately, I can't help feeling like I'm going to snap. It would be better if I had nothing whatever to do with guys. At all. Ever. Except...

Other: I'm psyched for practice tonight! I know the harmonies to the first 4 songs and am looking forward to showing it tonight. Oh Lord, let my nerves hold out...

In other news, I did walk last night.    And we're having gorgeous rainy weather today!  

LD: The grass is always greener, eh?    I'd take married life over this nonsense any day!

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  Thanx, Trish. Guess we'll find out where I stand tonight.

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You're too funny. Of course I have a desk - I'm an operator/receptionist. My afternoon break is the only time that I'm allowed to leave it.
    And sadly, I've already tried leaving a hairtie in the drawer. Guess what happened? I used it, wore it home and that's where it stayed.    Now you see the conundrum. lol You're sweet to think of it though. It's flattering to know that someone I've never even met takes time out of her day thinking up ways to help lil' ol' me.

Recovery Efforts: Last night, I did another overnight EVOO treatment. Then this morning, I did a variant of a WTC routine. Washed the entire length with Restoratives Breakage Defense shampoo & squeezed excess water out with a microfiber towel. Then worked a treatment of Restoratives Time Renewal Replenishing Mask mixed with EVOO into the length, covered with a shower cap and let it sit for an hour. After rinsing that out, I conditioned with my light conditioner - Suave Soothing Lavender Lilac.
    Then, the usual leave-in crème & air dry. Today, I detangled while at my desk and did an S&D, just sifting through my hair, finding wonky ends and snipping them off with the office scissors. And, having brought 3 hairties with me today, I was able to braid.
    So now, I have one hairtie in my hair, one in my purse and one in the drawer in my desk. 

My hair felt quite silky while I was combing it...perhaps bordering on greasy.    Not sure. But tomorrow, I'm doing the oil-free version of the same routine. Or as least as oil-free as possible.

Today, I think I realized that I need to have a few inches cut off to even out all of the poky ends toward the bottom. These ends are now approximately 5-6 years old, so I can completely understand why they would be so uneven and shabby-looking. It's not that they are unhealthy - trims and S&D's have healed that part. But the ends of each individual hair are all at different lengths, making the last few inches look thin.
    5-6 years ago, this trauma was in full swing. In the midst of marrital and financial destruction, it's no wonder that my hair would suffer. Everything suffered.
    It's quite relieving to think that with every trim, I am separating myself from that era once and for all. This is why I've chosen to stay at BSL for the next 2 years. The vast majority of the poky, uneven ends should be grown out and gone by that point. Good riddance.

Other: Been texting with drummer boy most of the day.    Good to know that he hasn't completely forgotten about me.
    And tonight is rock opera practice. Let us hope that I haven't been learning these harmonies for nothing...

Hair: Finally, a Friday WTC! Just what the hair doctor ordered. Washed entire length with Restoratives Breakage Defense shampoo, squeezed water out with a microfiber towel, applied Restoratives Time Renewal Replenishing Mask and let it sit under a shower cap for an hour. Then, rinsed out and conditioned with Breakage Defense conditioner.

Breakage Defense Detangling Leave-In Crème as usual from ears down, air dry, braid. Done. My hair doesn't look or feel greasy today since I haven't used oil, but the ends are a bit dried out.

Yesterday, I put my little spray bottle through the dishwasher, then mixed up a solution of bottled water and just a wee bit of Breakage Defense conditioner in it. I'm going to try this out as a hair mist to see if it does anything.

Music: I didn't do much at practice yesterday, since the purpose of it was for the guys to get the arrangement down, but it was super fun anyway.    I want to be there to observe the structure so I know how things are supposed to sound. Fortunately, the harmonies I've learned still work with the new arrangement, so I plan to keep practicing.
    My father has been moved to rhythm guitar, which makes sense since he's the best rhythm player around. The problem is that he started this project out on bass and a few months later, was moved to lead guitar. His vocal harmonies have changed just as much, so practically every time he went to practice, he was doing something different.    Not very consistent. So I watched his frustration as he learned the rhythm guitar parts last night.
    My experience was much more positive.    I sang my harmony parts as I'd rehearsed them, even though I was just an observer. And the lead singer kept looking over his shoulder at me when I was supposed to come in...I guess to see if I knew what and where my harmonies were (I did).
    During our break, my father expressed his dissatisfaction with his new role on rhythm guitar to the lead guitarist/writer and told him that the only way that he would continue in his new position was if I remained a permanent part of the act. 
    The lead guitarist (who used to be Johnny Cash's guitar player) told my father that he didn't have a problem with me sticking around. He said that I was great and had a good ear. Egad!!
    Meanwhile, in an entirely separate area, the other writer of the rock opera asked if I wanted to stick around permanently. I told him on no uncertain terms that I did.    He then showed me the view from the patio in his backyard, which overlooks most of San Diego. So lovely!

During the latter half of our practice session, between rock opera songs, I was sitting near the lead guitarist/writer and watching him play (he's insanely talented). He then started playing the intro to Del Shannon's Runaway - a song I'd grown up with - so I started singing it. The lead guitarist looked at me, acknowledged that I knew the song, and kept playing...so I kept singing. He harmonized with me when we reached the chorus...then my father started harmonizing with us and playing his own guitar. Pretty soon, everyone in the room had joined in. I can't even express what a trip it was to be singing lead with so many accomplished musicians playing along. Man! 

Other: Haven't been able to power walk in a few nights. But the weather has been favorable most of the day and my exercise clothes were washed this morning. So we'll see about tonight.

Bon week-end, tout le monde!

Hair: Did a WCC after dropping my car off at the service station. Leave-in's today are Restoratives Detangling Leave-In Crème & VO5 shine spray. The latter on the ends only and wow, it smells good! I brought a few hairties too (yes, one of them went in the desk drawer), so I'll probably braid during my break here as usual.
   Last night, I was considering doing an overnight EVOO treatment, but didn't. It's been awhile since I did an overnight treatment of any kind, so I'll think about it tonight too. No guarantees.

Health: God, please pry me away from the stupid TV at night so I can walk away everything that's wrong with me.  

Music: Practice was pretty gruelling. I sang my little throat out. But it's necessary since I'm helping the guys learn their harmony parts. My position was right next to the lead singer/writer last night, directly in front of the speakers, and with everyone else playing, I couldn't hear myself at all. Had to sing with one ear plugged half the time, but my father said that I did really well. He also told me that the lead singer/writer thought that I did well too. Wow.
   Tonight and tomorrow, I need to practice like heck. Not sure if there will be a full band practice on Thursday, but I want to be as prepared as possible.
   One of the songs is a very slow, moody one with a desert-like vibe and a long intro. The lead singer dimmed the lights of our practice room when the band did that one. hehe There's also a kind of crazy Arabic vocal part in the intro that has been assigned to me.    Man, it's gonna look funny as #$&% to have the whitest of all white girls (and a goth to mention) singing that part. lol
   The keyboard player of this group is a former goth. Yes, former.    It's sad to lose one - especially one around my age who might actually know what he's talking about. But we had a brief convo about bands like Ministry and The Cure...and synthpop/new wave in general.
   The other guys in the band are in their 50's and above, so Gen X topics are rather lost on them. But this fellow's eyes lit up when he saw that I knew what he was talking about. Maybe next time, I'll bring up Joy Division and The Smiths and see if he knows where I'm coming from.  

Dating? Bueller...? Bueller...? Oy. I've reached the point where I'm beating myself up mentally for not getting fixed up and going out in the evenings. Even if it's just to the local bookstore. The next obvious step is sitting at home, morose and despondent, listening to Morrissey records in the dark.  

Other: For 2 days in a row, I forgot to wear earrings to work and surprisingly, the 2nd and 3rd holes didn't close up by the time I made it home. Guess they've more or less decided to be permanent. They haven't been rejecting the surgical steel earrings that I've been wearing lately either. Good signs.  

There's a club if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry
And you want to die
           -The Smiths, How Soon Is Now?