Last night's show when pretty well, but for the fact that Jed Dickson, audience killer, was there. I don't know what it is about him, but if he's in the house, they become silent as the grave.

Yesterday, I got a million compliments over the scarf-wrapped-around-tousled-hair look I had going for me, which I think was a scream because what it actually was was an I - got - up - too - late - to - wash - my - hair - and - don't - want - to - forget - this - scarf - 'cause - I - need - it - in - the - show - tonight look.

Yesterday morning at 5.45a, I was awakened by the strangest sound. It sounded half like my radiator, and half like a blow dryer, but I do not own a blow dryer, and the radiator was off. So, I tottered out of bed and to the kitchen door, from where the noise appeared to be coming, and I decided that it was a garbage truck outside, and went back to bed.

When I got up two hours later, the noise was STILL going, and this time I went all the way into the kitchen, and discovered that it was my mixer that one of them bad kitties knocked on the ground and, apparently, switched on.

I just thought it was funny that I lay in bed for two hours with the pillow over my head, thinking "I wish that garbage truck would knock it off!"

Crush Boy and I seem to be having this antagonistic, bantering, flirting Northern Exposuresque thing going on.

Of course, I have a very vivid imagination, so it could just be antagonistic...

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