I asked Glenda if I could stop by tomorrow. The bitch said No. No surprise there. It's like every week I ask, I expect that response, however, this has been the first time in a while that she has declined my visit. Luckily, I have some Tide laundry detergent with me so that I can wash my clothes here at the shelter. Fuck her. I won't stress out about it. Remember, it's all in God's hands.