I haven't checked my Fitbit so I don't know how I slept. But I at least got plenty of time to sleep.
I did wake up a couple of times. Biscuit slept with me some of it.
My plan for the weekend I will be cleaning the house, I wouldn't want anyone in here right now. I also need to get some groceries.
My old cart broke (someone took it when I put it out at the curb even though it is non functional and can't be repaired!) so I will rig up another cart with some milk crates. I told Ace I might buy some milk at work tonight so I don't have to worry about getting it home in the cart and he agreed.
I told Ace about the hair thing but not the bus driver. While I consider Ace a friend he doesn't talk about his personal life and probably does not want to hear about mine. There's not much to say, I'm sweet on him, he smiles at me a lot (and no one else), he seems very considerate.
I did warn one of my managers about the stalker issue and told her if (this person) shows up I don't work there, anyone else, call me. She got it. She wanted to know how the stalker was bothering me and I basically said online but did not get into the blog. I keep the blog separate from work.
I need the outlet. I think there is a way to make the blog members only but how would I know the good guy from the bad?
And would I tell my friend about the blog? Not yet I don't think.
I think it's enough I put it out there on the bus driver gossip line that Ron treated me like crap. That's plenty to chew on this weekend.
I need to take my shower.
Done. I can forget about my hair unless I am brushing it or washing it. Then I feel very violated. I had a fleeting thought it might have been the stalker but this was a young black guy in dreds definitely not the profile. He was probably in diapers when she started harassing me. I guess it'll get better.
It reminds me how I felt looking at my bruises after Thug Boy tried to mug me 15 years ago.
That's it for now; it looks like rain so I will bring my poncho.
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