Grey Blonde to Brunette

There's not a lot to be said for the day. It was quiet, filled with tea and left-over pizza. Cold was rattling at the doorstep begging to be let in, along with that cat. Our "outdoor cat" my mom calls it, because we don't let it in. Kili, our amalgamation of black and white "indoor cat" is jealous, batting at the window and hissing, and then, nonplussed, looks at us as if she'll take us on as well if we dare to let that other cat saunter into her territory.
As for me, on the other hand, seem to have my low after the wonderous happenings of yesterday. Interview tomorrow at 2 at Chunk E. Cheese's, that's what the lady on the other end of the line said. On the internet front, only non-paying writing jobs have written me back. (I decided to apply simply for the experience.) So the sound of silence, the lull before the rush.
Some sort of excitement has to take place. And so it does. I decide to dye my hair. A brown color, of all things. Now it's really nothing like they do it in commercials with the hair all curled up in a bun and smooth music, thirty seconds and then we're all "luscious-looking hair color!" This is a little more messy than that. I think my mom almost had a heart attack helping me, not to mention the fumes. And me giving directions... "I think this side doesn't have enough stuff on it." Well, you get the picture. Now I can officially call myself a brunette.