it's rained all day

Today I arrived for an appointment with my psychologist twenty-four hours early (thank heavens his office is only half a block from my house), dyed my hair and effectively covered my hands in grey blotches (but the hair looks bloody amazing), bicycled to the doctor's office for my monthly check-up without error but got horribly lost on the way home (and wet), and contemplated Mr Caruthers sewing spells into his coat. (Yes, of course he can sew. He's a thirty-five-year-old bachelor in turn-of-the-century England. He has to be able to do his own mending. Anyway, the magic in this 'verse is a bit like psychic needlework...) 

So, I'm about to be on Ritalin. (Dr Kozloski wrote me a prescription, but it was too cold and rainy for me to want to ride out to Wal-Mart to fill it, so I'll do it tomorrow on my way to my eye appointment.) This will be interesting. And, I hope, fruitful. I heard a story on NPR some months back about college students selling their Ritalin and such, black-market like, to other students around finals time, and, um... the effects of the medication that the students were discussing and why they were willing to pay exorbitant prices for illegal substances? They made me jealous. The idea of being to concentrate on things is kind of exhilarating -- watch a film straight through without being constantly distracted by the inside of my own head! I've heard stories about unpleasant side-effects, and I'll certainly be watching out for them, but I'm hopeful. (Anyway I didn't have any of the horror-story reactions to Zoloft everyone talks about. It's worked quite amiably for me thus far.) 

Been considering the Evangeline story a lot lately... I really ought to get it out and play with it a while.

new hair!

The base colour looks black in all of the photographs I've taken, but it isn't -- the bottle said "dark burgundy brown", and that is as good a descriptor as anything: whatever it is, it's gorgeous and rich and I love it. The blonde streaks are a bit more red-gold than blonde. I'm extremely pleased with how it came out, seeing as I did it all myself in the bathroom with my hands sort of covered by plastic bags because all of our latex gloves vanished during the move. Also, I will have punk hair at the folk music festival, which pleases me an inordinate amount. (Also also: I love the smell of dye in my hair. It's ghastly when it's being mixed, but after I've washed it all out there's a lovely strange almost sweet smell and I am very fond of it.) 

 

 (And yes, I am wearing glasses. My last pair of contacts finally broke and there was all of this nonsense about having to renew my prescription and not being told important information about three times. I'm getting a contact fitting tomorrow.)