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My surliness has abated somewhat today. So, Jessie, SurlyFest2003 will have to wait until another inevitable time. I went to dinner with my old high school friend and we laughed a lot. We recalled group presentations we worked on together and guffawed upon remembering that I played Andrea Zuckerman and he played a black Brandon Walsh in a skit. Because somehow we were able to tie 90210 into As I Lay Dying. For the same project, he and another guy also dressed in drag and did "Men on Faulkner" (based on "Men on Film" on In Living Color) and he said, "The last time I lay, I was very much alive!" The teacher didn't laugh. Over fried shrimp (him) and chicken and dirty rice and broccoli (me), we also spent several minutes analyzing what characters we would have been on Head of the Class, and he decided that I would have been Maria and he would have been Alan. And we got heavy into the Cosby Show and A Different World interpretation, wondering how on earth Freddie ever could have ended up with Ron. We then drove past our old choir teacher's house in a stalkerish manner and spotted what we believed to be a golf cart, an Accord, a pick-up, and a fire truck in his carport. But surely he can't have a fire truck. "Maybe he bought it for parades?" I wondered aloud. Good times! This morning I took my dogs to the fancy pet hotel so they could look around. Of course they weren't giving tours because it was first thing in the morning and they had about 1,000 dogs to walk, but I was highly amused by the Burberry dog accessories and the feather boas and Swarovski crystal collars for the cats. Mostly I was just grateful that Zuko didn't pee on any of the merchandise, because that shit was expensive. I watched episode 1 and half of 2 of Felicity season two last night. All I could do was wonder if Keri Russell was wearing a long-haired wig, because I couldn't remember if she had already cut her hair when returning to film season 2. And I started to feel very, very icky when Ben listened to her tape and when Sean advised him not to date Felicity because her feelings for him were too strong. This season is going to piss me off, I can sense it already. I might have to take deep, cleansing breaths when they break up and Felicity dates a series of toolish boys with ugly curly hair. I dragged both dogs back to the pet hotel at lunch. We went to the back to see the "runs," as they're called, which are basically cages. They're not too bad, though; they all seemed really clean and if I opt for a large one, they will have plenty of room to stretch out to sleep and to wrestle to their heart's content. You can pay extra for private snuggle time with staff or a treat at night. I am going to essentially go bankrupt boarding them there, but just this once, I think it will be kind of fun. Both of the girls working there got on the floor and let them jump all over them, which I took as a good sign. They were shocked that Daisy was four. "She does NOT act that old!" they remarked. I had no idea that four was anywhere near old, but I guess perhaps some dogs have grown out of their spazosity by that age. Alas, not Daisy. I also took Khaki to the vet at lunch to have her claws trimmed since they're catching on the carpet and if she spots the clippers at my house she runs away as if being chased by a den of wolves. She hated it a lot, but at least she let them do it. There goes another $5. I wonder sometimes if I didn't have all these animals if I might be rich! I could pay off my car and student loans and mortgage in one fell swoop! I could buy the entire world a coke. Really. I think maybe I could. Until then, I think I shall have to be content to buy, upon Melissa's suggestion, this.
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