Book me in in Stuff

I hate, hate, hate waiting around on people/deliveries/anything. Anything that cramps my style really, I absolutely hate it.
I’ve been home all day and night. No word on where the rest of my delivery is. No tracking update, or in the case of the sofa, barely any details at ALL. I went on the delivery vendors website and all I can gather is that my sofa is sitting in their depot. Hasn’t moved from there. Not really sure why not. Maybe they are just being lazy. Nothing like dropping $1000 on a sofa and not being given any details on it.
I also thought ‘Box 2 of 2’ would arrive today (since ‘Box 1 of 2’ arrived on Friday) AND at least the tracking states that the second box was estimated to arrive today… but nada. Nothing. Where the fuck is it? I’m being an impatient bitch. I was hoping to put this shit together on my days off work, but it’s looking less likely. I just have to waste my days off waiting around for other people, ergh.

Speaking of, Peeta has requested to stay at mine tonight. It’s currently 9:12pm and no word from him EITHER and I am getting tired as I am an old bitch these days. If I fall asleep, I hope he has somewhere else lined up to stay!

Ergh, not having a good day with my freedom being cramped like this. No wonder I don’t have/want a boyfriend. He’d have to be as independent as me! And let’s face it, most of them are clingy bitches.

I’m glad the Australian Open has started. That gave me something to do while hermitting around the apartment. I can’t believe Kerber got knocked out in the first round, and Kyrgios drives me mad but at least he’s entertaining. The only thing I like about him is he thinks Djokovic is a big of a wanker as I do 😅
I only ventured outside today to get some supplies and fresh fruit in case Peeta was hungry, which seems to have been fruitless (ha!)

Other than that, I’ve been looking at getting more fancy plates to match the two I’ve already bought, and finally tossing my old ones. So far this year, I’ve gotten excited over my new vacuum, and soon to be matching plates.
Christ, I may as well ring the funeral home now and book in.