February 07, 2004 - 9:49 a.m.

Sleeping in on a Saturday morning is a luxury not available to me. As Dan and my bedroom is the basement, we are bombarded with heavy traffic from the Upper Dwellers very early in the day. It sounds like a sumo wrestling match over my head. I get lonely in my sleepless frustration. I just tried to wake Dan up. He sleeps through everything. I hate that. At least I get to watch what I want on television until his Highness awakens and puts on cartoons.

I have chosen to watch another Ron Popeil infomercial. It is the flavor injector and professional knife set one ("for only three easy payments..." is like a mating call for me). They had some old guy give his testimony about the knives. He said his girlfriend cut the white pages with his knife and waved the mangled book proudly. Who the hell cuts a phone book, regardless of how sharp the instrument is. Is this his hobby? Even if he is an actor (which I strongly believe it is all fake), who the fuck is writing the script?

The household went out to dinner last night at Bickford's. For those not familiar with New England white trash gathering holes, Bickford's is like Denny's or a really cheap IHOP. Our poor waitress was like 12 months pregnant. Had a very strong urge to go into the kitchen and help her with the trays.

Dan went out last night to meet this guy he met online. Apparently this guy had new velvet sheets for his bad that has built in handle straps for all your bondage needs.

So I occupied myself with the patchwork quilt I have been working on for a few years. Made a lot of progress. One third of the top is done.

Dan came home after I was in bed. He jumped onto my back and licked my cheek. He then said, "Haha. I swallowed."

What a fabulous start to the weekend.

As soon as the morning sun gets warmer and begins to thaw New Hampshire, I will get ready to go to Boston to see Dave. Yea! I'm so having sex this weekend.

Might want to shave my legs and other unmentionables.

Dan still has not arisen. I should get a running start and jump on him. He will like that. Someone has to go to Dunkin Donuts and buy me coffee. And it will not be me. I was not the one to put some stranger's spooge on my own cheek.

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