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17 March I went into town yesterday to see my friend Scott who was visiting from Boston. He said to meet at a place called The Coffee Pot on 8th Ave. and 50th St., but I wandered up and down the avenue in the freezing cold unable to find it. I called my machine, but there was no message from him, so I called his machine saying that I couldn't find the damn place and to leave the address on my machine. Not five minutes later I decided to give up and go someplace else and let him try to find me, so I checked my machine again before calling him (just in case), and there was a message from Scott, saying "Well, I'm here, where are you?" which was no help AT ALL! We must have left our respective messages at the same time. So I left a message on Scott's machine saying that I was at the McDonald's on 8th and 56th, but he didn't come. So I spent $3 and 3 hours just to have dinner at Mcdonald's. There's a McDonald's three blocks from my house if that's all I was going to do.
John and I ran an errand to Tracy's office last week and while we were there we asked where the bathrooms were. The men's room was mere steps away from Reception, but the ladies room was on the other side of the elevator bank, through a vault door that you had to be buzzed through, down two hallways on your left in the middle of the file stacks. Pretty easy to tell who they value more, the men or the women.
I hate guestbooks. I hate signing them, and I don't understand why people are so desperate to get them signed. If I like your page, I'll send you an e-mail, now get off my back. And while we're on the subject, I am sick sick sick of being exhorted to "Bookmark this page!" everywhere I go! Stop bugging me!
Patricia was looking over my shoulder as I was reading
Melody's site and read aloud
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