This is rather like a diary. No one reads it so I can say what I like. I carted 3 dozen bagels to the hospital ward John's on...and flavored cream cheese too. I've been nice to everyone. Even my mother. Today I made two sets of earrings for friends for tomorrow, called the hospital fruitlessly, stayed home to finish Christmas shopping, wrote the Christmas letter, edited the epilogue and played with the dogs.
Mickey ran over and urinated in the corner.
Mother keeps on and on about me taking her to hospital so John won't think he's abandoned by her.
I keep thinking that she abandoned me quite happily when I was hospitalized in Cleveland some years ago.
So what is it about me? I'm chopped liver.
Winnie is barking outside so I yelled at her in French. Seems one way to keep a language living.
On top of all the other outside foolishness, and it's reached epic proportions, some idiot is trying to make computers "sensitive to human moods."
Great. Just great.
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