Lara put of coming to town till tomorrow. She is hoping to be here by noon or so. Wheee. I am about to step out…club hoping. I am dressed like a ballerina doll. I look a lot like the blonde girls in the cell. I just got my hair done. It took 2 and a half hours…2 color treatments, cut and condition. I didn’t feel like being there any longer so I went home and did my own pedicure and teeth bleaching. I love being a girl. All this vanity and self indulgence.

I was so good to myself today that I even made Jacque and myself salmon and asparagus for dinner. Yumm. Damn, I rock!

After coming home from “napoleon’s” for yet another movie night, and the day spa, I came home and watched Barry Lyndon, which we had copied for Todd.

I am tired, but can’t refuse a Thursday out. And the “good Dr.” is coming over to supply my Zoloft and drive us to the club before returning to the hospital. That is a great help. Zoloft is expensive. It is good to not feel like I can’t find the energy to get out of bed, like depression causes. It sucks, and if you don’t have it you are very fortunate.