Tried the Magic Jack Dad bought for me so I could have long distance on my phone and not have to use my cell phone, but it and my computer don't agree with each other, so no go on that. I don't talk on the phone anyway and have been so withdrawn lately I wouldn't really know who to call, but it would've been nice not to have to load up the Katana when I need to call the other home. (Speaking of my other home, what is with all the signage for Ron Paul? Last week there was a group of people holding up signs telling people to vote for him. What the hell.)
Mom now does not want to bother with my hair, opting instead to do it tomorrow. I'd do it myself, but I can't get everything clean after I've had my braids in for so long. Mom doesn't have as much hair as I do and hers is easier to manage. I need someone to help with mine. So, I have to wait until tomorrow, after work and Curves, which means I'll actually get home later than we have today. I don't want this in my head another minute, so I'm a bit disappointed. It was supposed to get done this weekend. Saturday Mom came up in the morning and we went out to run errands, and today she was busy doing all the stuff Dad never does (dishes, three loads of laundry), so she didn't have the time.
AND, I switched messenger bags because mine is old and worn, and I got everything out of the old bag but my MetroCard (which sits in a side pouch that's very easy to forget about), so I have to buy one to hold me until mine gets down here; Dad's sending it.
Still aggravated about my hair. -_- I won't get out of Curves until nearly six, won't get home until about 6:30, and my hair probably won't be out until seven at the earliest, but most likely later. Then we have to wash it and detangle it?
I hate my hair. It's the one part about being black I can't stand.
... And rent went up $190. Meh.