So yesterday I finally returned Bev's bags of stuff that she lent us for Orpheus. And yes, that's bad even for me.

I meant to give them back a few weeks ago, but Elvis loves sleeping on the bag with the pregnancy pillow on the top, so I covered it with a sweater and my bathrobe and he has been so happy. I hated taking it away from him, but I made a new soft spot for him with a pile of my clothes, but I still feel bad that I took his bag away from him.

The Friday bagels were late and the staff resorted to cannibalism in order to keep the faintness away. They were over an hour late! There was rioting in the streets!

Do you know what those cheap bastards at my job are doing? They are making everyone use a sick day or a vacation day for the snowstorm on Monday! Have you ever heard anything so cheap? And the ones who did come and work are being paid for the hours that they worked, which is a big fuck you to those that came in.

I took the sick day.

I wrote this halfway through the afternoon:

"I haven't spoken to Omar since Wednesday nor seen him since Monday. He's like a drug, I feel the bugs crawling under my skin. I get so used to seeing him every day when we are doing a show that when it's over, it's as if my arms have been cut off. I'm in a dark room and I can't find the walls. Okay, maybe I'm getting a little intense, but by the time I see him on Sunday it will have been a week, and that's just about all I can take."

And then he called me around 7.30p from Lancaster, just to tell me that he and his parents had gotten there safely and that he was looking forward to when we go up in March. And that he missed me. And then I felt better.

See, I just needed a little fix.

Today's horoscope:
Change with a changing picture. Usually you register with your senses, analyze with your mind and feel with your spirit. By the end of today, your process may be very different. And what's wrong with that?

One year ago today:
This is what John does to women, even the most unlikely will say things like, "Ooh...!" and maybe even toss their hair and giggle, though I didn't, my hair is too short.

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