I had therapy yesterday and I thought that I wouldn't have anything to say, but I had plenty. Plenty! It's amazing how nothing has to happen for me to have things to say. Omar is always a fresh subject.

So I was on the phone with Maria because she was asking me to give her a letter of recommendation for a school that she is trying to get into, and she said, "Well, I'll see you Saturday at Kelly's!" "Why would you see me at Kelly's on Saturday?" "Um, um, ah..." "Is she having a party?" "Er, um, uh..." "She it! She's having a party and she didn't invite me!" "Well..." We'll see about that!"

I wasn't hurt or upset, but I knew that I could make Kelly feel guilty as hell, so I called her and said, "I understand you are having a party on Saturday and didn't invite me!" "Who told you?!" She was all like, "You always say that you hate parties!" "But that doesn't mean that I don't want to be invited!" So I made her feel very bad and she ended up begging me to come. I'm such a manipulative bitch.

And now I'm thinking that I'd rather not go, that I'd rather stay home, but I made such a goddamn fuss I'm kind of required to go now.

Today's horoscope:
A wandering party needs a leader. Step into your power suit, even if it's only a rented costume. Give free rein to an underexposed feature of your personality. This experiment could result in a big change.

One year ago today:
"I am 38 years old, I have about fifteen minutes left to have a baby, I am not in a relationship, I have no money, I couldn't possibly manage in my tiny apartment, but if I found out that I was pregnant, none of that would matter because in the entire world, that's all I really want."

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