My hair doesn't really know what to do this evening. After getting out of the shower I didn't comb it, or dry it, I just let it do it's thing. Bits are straight, some are ringlets and a few strands of hair are sticking straight up. Silly stuff.

I detest nylons. You have no idea how much. I wore them tonight, for the party that didn't really exist. I wore my pleated plaid skirt and three sweaters. I felt silly and uncomfortable so I changed into my pajama bottoms and hid in my closet. I have resolved to never wear them again... this year at least.

There was talk of dead cats and I almost cried. Only almost. I miss Mitty every day of my life. Sometimes when I'm cleaning I check my brother bed to see if she's sleeping on it before I toss the backpack/books/clothes into a heap. I miss her when I come home to an empty house, and when I sit and read. I miss her when I'm sick and when I go to be at night, even she doesn't say goodnight anymore.

Tomorrow I have been granted an inch and I intend to run a mile.