Today made it three times since I started working at the homeless shelter that someone has stopped me on my walk to work and asked, "you stay at the shelter, right?" These aren't even questions anymore, they are assumptions and soon they will be blatant statements. So I get it, I need to shower more and use a brush even more often, but freak. I thought I looked pretty good today. Clearly not the case. At least John always tells me I look and smell nice, even if he hates it when my hair touches him.