It's Sunday! So happy, but am very tired. Sat/Sun at work is always very hard. This week just wasn't my week. I had some calls with mistakes, obv. unintentional, but still. I'm usually error free. Seeing those messages in my work acct kind of started my shitty week off and it kept rolling, complete with a case of the hiccups at 2-3 am, and a few moments of extreme fatigue. The good thing is that they go away if you blast loud music or movies for a few minutes. Does the trick every time, I think.

I watched The Walking Dead pilot episode last night (so happy I finally have On Demand) and
holy sheez that was some scary business! At first I thought it was going to be some really standard, been there a million times kind of zombie thing, but it was good. Not really too good watching it in the dark with a candle burning, though. I'm going to try and watch 2 episodes this morning before my coma starts.

Hoping I can get the Pittsburgh train this morning, so that I can catch a cab at 12th st. I can't really handle walking home today, w/ humidity, possible rain, and my fatigue. When there's mistakes at work, it's kind of pointed out to you in a way that is very cut and dry. I guess sometimes there's no other way, but it still stings a bit. I haven't had any CC mistakes in
almost 8 months. I think that's probably good. I hope it is.

I need to get a new coat, b/c this blue fleece I'm wearing is the kind of jacket a soccer and
rugby playing girl who graduated from UNC Chapel Hill would be wearing. I also miss my long hair, but it looked so bad before I cut it. It had to go. I think I'll lighten it before I go back to
NYC. I should go back to black clothing. I'm not in tune with my identity right now, in terms of
the way I look. I also need new glasses in the worst way. Some tortoiseshell frames would be good. My red librarian glasses I wear have taken much abuse.

Almost forgot, today is the big S&M, in your face fest that is the Folsom St. Fair. I've never
gone, and will be sleeping all day, but probably wouldn't check it out. This city is so liberal that
you could probably walk around in leather chaps and a ball gag on Tuesday afternoon and people would just smile. Not in all neighborhoods, but some.

Sometimes I'm not sure I believe in karma. But today, at this moment, I really hope that
it is real.