i mean, why does there have to be a crisis of any kind on a sunday night after a pretty darn exhausting weekend?
i got home and put away the vast majority of my stuff from the show and i decided to take out the hair extensions because one was severely coming out anyway. so i took them out and it wasn’t horrible but also not great especially when i got some remover in my eye, and the stuff smells suspiciously like paint thinner.
not so good for the eyes.
then i had to wash my hair and realized that gobs and gobs of glue had not come out. i kept washing and washing it but to no avail.
so now my scalp feels sort of like it’s covered with gummy wax.
not so great.
i’m going to try putting more remover on my hair in the morning, and then washing it again…but i have a suspicion that i’m going to go around with gummy hair for the next week.
not to mention how short it feels after the long luxurious hair extensions.
oh well.
at least thinking about the wax in my hair is directing my attention away from the general melancholy feeling i have about the play being over.
it went well today, despite a small crowd, but there were 101 people, which really wasn’t bad for a sunday afternoon.
whew. monday, not looking forward to it so much.
ok then,
sunday night, not ever such a good time but especially not at the moment, grace.