Cold And Cold

That's what it is out there. Freezing cold.

I'm home, finally. Sima drove me to Camden this morning at five and I just got back an hour or so ago. Long day. Still a free woman, still have a job, didn't get stranded anywhere, I guess I really can't complain.

I had groceries delivered today, which I didn't forget about but also wasn't home to get, and I was kind of worried I wouldn't get them, and I'd end up having to go pick them up or something, which would defeat the purpose of getting them delivered, but they were on my front doorstep when I got home. I can't believe no one stole them. Who would steal them, though, there's no one around here... it still blows my mind, though. I guess I lived in the city for too long or something. Sima and Patrice saw them, knew they weren't theirs, assumed they were mine, and left them alone.

I had to get up so early to make sure I got there on time and had a ride and all that I didn't have time to do my hair, and when I woke up it was all curly, so I just left it that way and it looks terrible. I was thinking about re-bleaching it tonight but now I'm thinking more along the lines of no. I'll just stick to washing and blowdrying for now.

I have to go to work tomorrow. Still have a job. Good thing, too, cause I kinda like that job. Kinda tired, too, think I'll go to bed soon.