2002-03-06
10:18 p.m.

"You're a song written by the hands of God."
~Shakira, Underneath Your Clothes

Well, I'm thrilled! Beth is in town, and she's picking me up after school tomorrow! I adore that girl, as everyone knows. She brightens my life.

I also had a good night with Meri last night. We went to Ruby Tuesday's for coffee like we usually do. The waiter Greg, was hot hot hot! He liked us too, and gave us our coffee for free. I wanted to leave our numbers for him, but Meri was too afraid. Meri is still going through some stuff because of Tony, her ex, but I was glad to be there so I could help. When she dropped me off, she thanked me for being there for her, and said she appreciated my insight. She even gave me a hug, which is pretty big for her.

However, I stayed home again today. When I woke up this morning I just didn't want to move. I felt exhausted, and I figured if I got up, I would just make myself feel worse.

I did get a few things acomplished though. I (hopefully) cleaned the virus out of my computer, finished the book I had been reading since December, and made a copy of my India. Arie CD for J. P.

I also got a paycheck I didn't know about in the mail. It's only for 24 dollars, but money's money. Also, the poems I sent in to the Missing Fez literary magazine were denied, but I'm not surprised.

My mom's still doing kind of bad. She was crying on the phone today, and talking about suicide again. I felt even worse, after I told her about J. P.'s dog Angie dying, and she started sobbing even harder. My mom loves dogs, and was really excited to hear storeies about Angie. What makes it even more ironic, J. P. and I were joking around yesterday, saying that the news about Angie might put my mom over the edge. We didn't know how true that was. Oh well. I suppose I'll just keep praying for her.