Another bad thing about being in L.A. is the eating. As in, I do lots of it, much more than I do in N.Y.

When Kelly saw me in Flora Horror and Java, a show that you will know all about if I can ever get my entries up, she said that she didn't realize how much weight I had lost until I walked across the stage for my first entrance. And when I got home, Mom remarked on how thin I looked.

Well, no more!

I eat here like I don't eat at home, you know, full meals and cooked breakfasts and desserts. And it is starting to build up on me. Last night I actually ate myself sick.

Mom says, "What's for dessert?" and I eat dessert even when I don't want dessert! And she is tiny and thin, so she can eat like this. She also eats smaller portions. This is not exactly my forte.

Anyway, the library closes at 5.30p today, so there isn't much time, except to say that the longer I spend in the city, the fatter and more revolting I am going to get. What a surprise everyone will get when I come home, rolling off that plane like Dinah and Dorinda so that everyone can stick me with pins!

I'll bet Lisa'll get that reference.

Today's horoscope:
You wanted to know, and now you're finding out. Unrelated facts join together in a breathtaking sweep. Attorneys sum up an airtight case. Researchers are finally ready to publish.

One year ago today:
Similar to Indian Day, we all had to have Hawaiian names, which started out as Hawaiian Omar and Hawaiian Kymm, etc., but later she decided that we should be known for the day as Omar Fancy Boy and Kymm Smarty Pants. Appropriate, I think.

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