No posts for a couple of days. I've been lying low not wanting to make Madeleine too crazy with manic posting. Plus had to spend two entire days dusting books and making slipcovers for our bookshelves. I also threw out a bunch of stuff to try and make a little way for the impending influx of giant amounts of stuff from New Haven, but mostly it was bookshelf slipcovering.
Our gentleman friend Kruger was visiting us from Texas. Kruger is amazing--a writer who is now doing speechwriting for muckity mucks--and Kruger smokes. It wasn't too bad for me, though last night he smoked about three cigarettes in the apartment as we were having a drink and unwinding/getting ready for bed. All night I had smoking dreams. I also dreamed that I had a bunch of pets and they all died. The death toll was significant: two hamsters, a cat, a kitten, and a puppy. I am not sure what this means. Dear Reader, any suggestions? I know that you've been analyzed....
And for those who aren't Our Dear Reader, she and I have engaged in a weight loss battle. We shall see who loses those 15 pounds first. I think it is going to be me, actually, as I am fierce and determined. But ODR has much better tits than I do. Sigh.
DAY 11
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