July 29, 2003 - 10:49 p.m.

Ahh, the missing girl is found. Been ages since my last update.

No big deal, however, as my life is exactly the same as I left it.

Few minor changes.

Our Canada vacation has been postponed due to financial issues owing to the move. I cannot possibly see Liz and myself being able to fund the trip for my best friend's birthday present, AND be able to pay all moving expenses and security deposit. Just not gonna happen.

Tried to get a post office box the other day for Dan and myself. Apparently, in this particular city, one must APPLY for a PO box, then get WAITLISTED. And then there is the certain business regarding the $100 per year fee. What the fuck? My current box is only $35 a year. I will now leave this matter for Dan to deal with. I never get any good mail, and could probably care less if I was to never receive any bills.

Went out for drinks at a Chinese restaurant on Saturday night with Liz, Dan, and H (my best friend). All together, we had three double scorpion bowls (complete with 151 ablaze), four sloe gin fizzes, and 8 blue Hawaiians. Yeah, we were fucked up. It was fabulous. Something about large quantites of assorted rums and fresh fruit really make me smile. We had the only table on the patio, and were witnesses to a Buick backing over a crotch rocket. They started to drive away, so my fellow intoxicated friend H whipped out her handy cell phone and dialed the police, as Liz and Dan memorized the license plate number (we find after a few beverages, it never hurts to have several people verify the information). What did I do? I ran (stumbled) into the bar to tell the owners. Yep. I am a tattletale. Poor bike. I guess the frame is cracked, handle bar bend, mirrors broken, and it was leaking something. That sucks. After collecting our embarrassingly high tab, we walked (stumbled) arm-in-arm back to Liz's house, singing show tunes very loudly, and waking Liz's husband Rod, who we left in charge of H's baby.

I did dishes the evening after a week's worth of mess. I am unhappy to report the varities of penicillin I have unearthed and destroyed. Shall make mental note to be better housekeeper.

T has not returned my call this evening. Have terrible thoughts about the first REALLY good man I meet dying in a hideous car accident or something. Maybe he has tried to get through and cannot because I am online. Oh well.

Only 16 more working days left at the pharmacy. But who is counting?

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