I paid a library fine.
Yes, a whole $6 for a book that was two months overdue. When I was younger, I was quite the library rebel. I'd rack up a fine, then slyly make a new library card to avoid paying. I had about five different cards at the Whitlam Library. It was like my own little game of literary hide-and-seek. But this time, I thought, hey, I'm a working adult now, making good money, so maybe it's time to embrace responsibility. Paying this fine felt like a rite of passage.
Okay, fine. The real reason is that I was with my niece Shirley and tried to convince her to make a library card (so I could use it) at the Liverpool City Library. But she didn't have any identification on her, so they didn't authorize her membership. Dammit.
The library is enormous; it looks like a shopping mall with its glass walls. I used to meet up with my first boyfriend there when we were in high school. Ah, memories! Haha.
Yesterday, I got a haircut. I wanted a sweepy fringe, but let's just say it didn't quite sweep me off my feet. I got layers on the sides and trimmed five centimeters off the back to keep my long length.
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