This is the deadest Friday I’ve seen around here what with today being the biggest shopping day of the year.

Despite it being cold and rainy, we went to the grocery store earlier. A black chick saw me sharing Tom’s umbrella with him and said she thought I was a child sharing an umbrella with her dad at first. I told her I was to be 40 soon. She was shocked and told me she was 38.

I called Paula. She was her usual self – hyper, switching subjects rapidly, and anxious. I guess that lady cop is still harassing her and that she got caught driving again. I asked her why she doesn’t just go get a license and she said they wouldn’t give her one. She says she’s sending something for my birthday and to get her the Hugo Boss she loves. I told her I’d get her 100 sticks anyway. I don’t need oils, but I want variety and to try new scents, so I’ll probably be making an order soon enough.

She also says the lady above her drives her crazy by stomping, and that her toe’s been worse since they operated on it. I guess they had to remove a bunion and they put a pin in it, too.