If you're anything like me you don't care too much for being somewhere where you're not wanted. For a while now, I've been feeling like the odd chick out. Like people couldn't care less if I showed up. It's not like they're talking about me, rather, I think they couldn't care less if I was there. Could it get any colder in there? Oh, I doubt it. It feels like the world is still spinning but I've slid off of it. I don't really want to even participate in conversations since my thoughts get shot down or worse, ignored. People I thought of as friends don't seem to want to be friends anymore. I don't know what happened. Sure makes me want to just stay home. I'm more ready for this new chapter every day.
I got my windshield replaced today and the estimate for my bumper repair, both for grand total of $635. So much for the money I made in Charlevoix. I lost my debit card this morning when I was dropping off some EBay sales at the post office. I nearly strangled myself on my ID badge chain when I was scouring my car looking for the missing card. I sold several more things on EBay today and have already dropped them off at the post office. It sure is handy when you can print your own postage and mailing labels.
I'm whipped. I think I'm going to find my Sudoku book and head to bed.