Yes, I am still alive.

I need sleep.

There has been something keeping me up every night since Sunday. Monday morning, a Honda Civic peeled down our short, dead-end road, squealing to a halt followed by two Sherrif's cars. That was around 3:35am. The Police K9 Unit showed up about 10 minutes later with a German Sheppard, and they disappeared into the woods next to our house as well. The lights lit the bedroom like a nightclub, and we could hear the radio thru the open doors in the still-running squad car. When they brought the dog back, it wouldn't shut up while confined to the car.

Things finally quieted down around 5:30am, and I returned to sleep... Monday night I just ended up staying up late for no particular reason, though I had taken a bit of a nap in the afternoon, but not enough to catch up on sleep.

Tuesday night I was at work until 2am.

Wednesday night I was at work until 1:30am.

Tonight I got off at 8pm, and have been flatly too tired to sleep. I'm going to try though, so wish me luck.

I re-dyed my hair tonight.

I think it might be the last time I do it. For some reason, I wasn't very enthusiastic about it, the process was much sloppier than I'd ever been before, and in the end, I'm just not feeling all that gratified about having done it.

Really, the main reason that I'm doing it at all is because my band has a gig coming up on Friday (which also just happens to be my Dad's 67th birthday). I've had the black dye sitting next to the sink as a nagging reminder for the past 3 months and for the past few years I've always re-dyed or touched up my dye within a few days of a gig.

Friday (last, not upcoming) I was hanging out with quite a lot of people, and after the crowd became more intimate, I talked about re-dying my hair. I mean, I have (*ahem* had) 4 inches of "new growth" (thank you so much, Rachel, for correcting my mis-use of the term "roots"), there's a gig coming up and... well, I've always done it.

Then the conversations lead to how when you don't dye your hair, you start to see all the little grey hairs that are cropping up, and well... I don't need that much of a reality check.

I guess I'll just finally grow up and stop dying my hair. Maybe.