But... red and brown are practically the same, right?

I can just imagine that's what the squashed box of Revlon haircolor would tell me if it could talk.
Of course, I would only proceed to squash it more, and while fun, that wouldn't fix the fact that my hair is a muddy shade of brown over my golden blonde.
I was going for some deep red lowlights. But instead of red, my hair turned dark brown. Damnit.
So yeah, my day has been like that. Actually my whole week.
I come home after work and get ready to relax, and my roommate's coffee table decides to dis-assemble itself right on top of my most prescious plate, shattering it to bits.
I try to go out with friends to the bars, and end up spending the entire time babysitting/wandering around in mostly empty bars where not a single guy above a rating of a 3 or 4 casts an interested look my way.
Try to play a new computer game that took forever to install; it crashes constantly before loading and won't tell me why.
I draw pretty pictures for my brother and a friend, and get ignored as a reward.
Try to make a blouse out of beautiful clearance fabric, and somehow forget a major thing called seam-allowances, making it too small.
Pretty much, me trying to do anything is a bad idea.
Why do I have to have all the bad luck?
I hope I'm getting it out of the way so the rest of the year is fabulous.
I guess I'll go lay down and read a book, since I can't do anything else.