Got haircut and other things
Since last Friday, I have been meaning to get my haircut. I couldn’t stand it being long on top anymore because the bangs were getting in my face and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t tuck them in under my ballcap. It was annoying the crap out of me. I didn’t feel like going out because I had a rough sleep but I got out anyways. I got a ride to the square from my cousin who saw me at the bus stop. I had left early because it was a nice day and I knew if I waited, I might have changed my mind about going out.
We talked while in the car. This is the cousin that has bipolar disorder. We get along okay but sometimes he is annoying because he asks the same questions three different times. He said he’ll call me tonight. I won’t hold my breath. I appreciated the ride. I got my Starbucks and a sandwich. I was hungry but couldn’t finish the sandwich after I got ¾ the way through. I tried writing in my journal. I don’t know why it’s been so hard to write in it lately. I must have written two paragraphs and then left to get my haircut. I just could crank out anything.
There wasn’t a line at the barber shop so I got my favorite barber. He cut it good and I was happy to have the long hair gone. The sides and back are baldy, just the way I like it. It will grow in, in two weeks time. I will get another cut then. My hair grows fairly quick.
I didn’t want to take two showers today so I didn’t take one before I left the house. I will after I write this blog or after dinner to get the excess hair off my head. It always feels good to shower after a cut. I had received an email about my debit card being compromised by some merchant and that I will be receiving a new card. Just as a precaution, I took down my card at the various places online that I have my card stored. It’s going to suck learning a new number because I have had the same number for so long.
I got home and I was wet. I had to pee and I guess I leaked more than I thought I did. Fucking CES. This is getting to be a problem and I am not liking it at all. It’s just killing my dignity. I’m having to shower more frequently and I don’t like that because it annoys my ankle. I can usually sneak them in the morning. That way if it wears me out, I can rest for a bit before having to leave the house or I can just stay home. It all depends on what is going on for that day. Friday I have my psych appt. I almost called her last night before I posted the ugly blog. I was just feeling miserable. Writing the blog helped, like it usually does.
I wish I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, again. I got to stop drinking after a certain point so I don’t wake up with a full bladder. Also didn’t help that I slept with my thermal socks on so I was fricken hotter than a hot potato. I took them off and forgot to put them on the floor so was sleeping with them. I thought that was cute. I found one sock on one side of me and the other on the other side of me. Just glad I found the pair. I hate when I misplace socks, especially my favorite ones.