I shouldn't have put the stuff from the salon in my hair. I should have sucked it up with the squeaky hair. Oh well... I'll know better next time... when I use Trichomania! Woohoo! (I can't remember the last time I looked forward this much to washing my hair... that didn't involve a week in the field, that is.) I'm getting my hair colored tomorrow -- hopefully the shampoos won't strip out the color too fast. *shrug* I'd rather have soft hair than colored hair, I suppose. After all, I only see the grey when I look in the mirror (and the only decent mirror in the house is in the bathroom), but I run my hands through it all the time.
Yes, I am in fact currently obsessed with my hair. (It's an ongoing low level obsession that has occasional resurgences -- backlash from having boy-short, no-care hair till I was 18, I think.) I'm really happy with the way it feels and the way it smells right now, though. Hopefully I've finally found some way to counteract the awful water here (the chlorine in the steam is so strong that it discolored our bathroom walls) and the damage and buildup from silicones.