Saturday, February 12, 2005
Rachel drove Alan and me to the mall, where Rachel bought three pairs of shoes she does not need, particularly; Alan used the "for emergencies only" credit card his mother gave him to purchase a pair of sneakers, and I had my hair cut. I knocked on Rachel's door to request she take me to the mall, because I had attempted cutting my split-ended locks myself with disastrous results. The hair-cutting lady fixed it.
Though I slept seven hours this morning, I now am quite thoroughly exhausted, perhaps from driving around with Rachel as she attempted to find Starbucks. I should have ordered a frappucino then.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:46 PM]