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Friday
6:00 p.m. I realize that some people might find it extremely pathetic to stay home alone on a Friday night, eating frozen veggie pizza and Weight Watchers peanut butter cup ice cream and watching Sex and the City season four DVDs, but I have to say, I am fine with it. 7:00 p.m. I'm not sure that red wine, pizza, and ice cream are a very good combination for my menstrual tummy. Yes, menstrual. It finally came back. I'm feeling very indulgent but ill at the same time. 8:00 p.m. Episode four and the wine keeps a-flowing. I can feel the headache coming on. Samantha has decided to become a lesbian. Saturday 9 p.m. I spent the day with Karla and J., couch shopping, swimsuit shopping, daiquiri drinking, and swimming at his apartment pool, where J. asked me repeatedly to show him my boobs. (I did not oblige.) We ended up sitting outside at some restaurant eating boiled crawfish. I wore pool shorts, a tank top, and a soaking wet bikini and had dripping wet hair. I blame the Tequiza. I was almost forced to go out to bars like that, but I drew the line and came home. 
Sunday 6 p.m. Karla, her husband, J., and I spent the day at a lake. There was the most beautiful, perfect yellow dog at the little beach. All she wanted to do was to fetch sticks. She swam and swam and chased and chased and kicked sand all over us and I loved her. We couldn't figure out who her owners were. We had fun floating on the rafts, lying in the sand, and watching the boys race to the buoy and call each other their "dawgs," but I think she had the most fun of all. I love yellow dogs. There was fishing with a decrepit hotdog, picture taking, and laughing. I wore lots of Off on the pier, and it smelled like camp. We left when Karla realized she'd left her backyard sprinkler on all day. I read while Karla fished, finishing Angels, and I really liked it. Thanks again, Annie!
Memorial Day Monday After a trip to Super Walmart for dog food and cat litter this morning where I found out that there is now a named prime suspect in the serial killer case and I yelled at about five employees who could not for the life of them figure out how to switch one of the thirty televisions in the electronics department to the live press conference (To no one in particular, I shouted semi-hysterically, "This would not be happening if I were at Target!"), I was an utter slug all day. All I've wanted to do is veg out on the couch, nap, watch the news, check the Court TV message boards, and of course, eat macaroni and cheese. I think I'm in a state of shock. I don't know whether to be relieved, scared, or throw up. I can't imagine how the victims' families must feel today. How can they feel any better? How can they feel any worse? I pray that they catch him soon. This city has been shitting collective bricks in fear for the past year and a half, and it will be nice to have at least one psychopath off of the streets once and for all.
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