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07.01.03 - 6:08 p.m. A telemarketer just called my cell phone. I am going to the Do Not Call website right now. So, were Gregory Peck, Katharine Hepburn and Buddy Hackett the deaths that often happen in threes this time? And was David Brinkley just chillin' out with them, waiting for the afterlife exclusive? Or was it just two and two this time? Or are two more "legends" going to die and then we'll have a double whammy? All this speculating makes me dizzy. The weekend with Moom was fine, once she made it to my doorstep. I don't even want to rehash it, suffice to say at one point she was in West Patterson and I thought she was dead on the side of the road.
Things we ate:
Things we did:
hiked it out to Flushing Meadows to see the World's Fair site and the Dali exhibit at the Queens Museum of At
Things we drank: What I did when Moom left: cried and took a long, long nap on the couch. And answered about a third of the NYT crossword puzzle! Woo! What I will do for the rest of the week: the rest of the white laundry, work like a motherfucker, and drive to Lancaster to see my baby sister back from Scotland. And probably drink a lot in Johnstown, since that is how I cope with the pain.
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