the fringe is here, and i am not
written @ 7:50 a.m. on 2003-08-13

My neck hurts. I think I slept funny, because it feels like it is out of place. I really don't want to go to work today, but the extra money is a good thing.

I had a huge consignment come in right before closing last night, so that is what I will be doing today. I only have about half of it left, because it was raining so bad last night that I decided to stay at work until Peter could come and pick me up. So at least I got a jump start for today.

The fringe starts tomorrow, and I really, really want to go. The last timer I went was right before Miranda and Reilly's wedding, which was 3 years ago I think. If I do get to go, I am going to buy as much henna as I can, eat 2 green onion cakes and see the at least 2 shows. The only problem is Peter does not like crowds, and so does like to endure them for anything he calls unworthy. The fringe is one of those things. I think I can probably guilt him in to going, but I would rather if he actually wanted to go.

Miranda has offered to let us stay at her new loft the night we have to pick up Marion. I can't wait to see it, and them, it has been a while. I don't know if I will be getting too much visiting time though. It will be a work day for them, and the next day also, but I am going to make the most of my time there.

That reminds me, I will have to ask Marion to pack an overnight bag to bring, so that we don't have to lug up all of her luggage to M and R's place the night she gets in.

Is it just me, or is my mind running in circles. I'm even confusing myself lately.

I'm feeling:

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