11:31 PM

Hadn’t talked to Henry since Friday morning when he apologized for being a flake Thursday night.  So I broke down and called him today but he had to go.  I thought I did something wrong but then realized that I haven’t been doing anything differently.  Now I’m once again waiting for him to call – he said it’d be around eleven – does that mean within two hours?  But I’m also waiting for my damn clothes to dry – I’ve been doing laundry all day but I’m almost done.  Saved my whites for last for a change.  My bed’s finally kicked it.  I think that if the frame can’t be fixed easily then I’ll just put the mattress on the floor – that’d be cool and hippie-like huh.  Cleo is getting used to me and being here.  She’s very cute and right now she’s on my writing arm – she’s soft and warm and oh so cute.  She has the trots and it stays on the fur by her butt and I have to wash her off and she hates it.

Now I’ve gotten my laundry and I have no reason to be up any more.  Except that Cleo will meow when I move her.  Maybe a few hands of solitaire.  I really don’t want to go up north.  I actually have no desire to have year-old memories flood back to me.  Besides, I’m a mother now and I can’t leave my baby alone.  A video tape will do.  And with the time I’d rather do something with my friends here.  Henry me camping tent close acid soon now call ring cards sleep

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