I woke up late, feeling kind of depressed. I had made an appointment to get my hair cut yesterday and I barely got there on time. I saw it as a treat for myself to get my hair cut. I’m not a girly girl, nor do I care much about my hair, but when they wash it, it feels like a soothing massage to me, so I pay for it. I also got a pedicure for the included massage as well. By the time my morning was over, I felt significantly more relaxed, even though I wasn’t exactly happy.
I went out to lunch with my mom and step-dad. I did my best to be amiable, but I still felt the depression in the background, waiting. I ate too much and fell asleep at their place while watching a movie. I chatted a bit with Carl throughout the day. He said he was really looking forward to tomorrow, which made me smile. By the time I got home, I was just ready to go to bed, so that’s what I did.