I finally made it home, after being at work till 8:30. Curses to anything hairstyle that requires extensions. I don't know how I managed to book this appointment on a Sunday. What’s worse I’m working tomorrow all day. Strange thing about Mondays at the salon/spa is how many phone calls we receive and why it's one day I avoid working all together.

I think I’m drained and have nothing much to say for the moment. There are lots I could talk about. I’ll admit I was giddy when I got a return text from them. Everything else from the party is slightly a blur: women in relationships acting questionable at the party (seems lots of folks are in them but not really in them, poor dudes); not a lot of liquor but people managed to get drunk; and 4 am coming upon us rather quickly.

now i have to figure out when i will call this week. this reminds of those times when u first meet a girl and she gives you her number and then you begin debating when you should call, day after, a couple of days,; will she be glad to hear from you or will she tell you the "can i call you back line?" (LOL)