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Tuesday, Oct. 28, 2003 - 7:00 a.m.

The publicity push for the book about Elizabeth Smart is on; there are some people in the media who are wondering if she is really benefitting from this, and my educated guess is that the answer to the question is a big fat yes.

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Cheri is due to return home from Mexico today; entirely too many things happened to me while she was gone. I'll feel less off-kilter when she gets back. :)

P@ul Schu!tz gave me a really good piece of advice yesterday morning; I've been treating my burn with Solarcaine, and he said he had some of that stuff too -- but that he kept his in the fridge. So that's where it is now.

I'll bet you dimes to doughnuts I'll forget I put it there.

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I wouldn't wish this month on anybody. The beginning sucked and the end REALLY sucked, and only the middle was kind of nice. Note the somber expression on my face. Had it not been for the loving support of my family and my friends, it would have been far worse.

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It's still Indian Summer here -- we're managing to survive the heat by cooking only once a day; and utilizing only the toaster oven or the microwave.

Maybe there's a few wise heads out there who wonder why we don't just bite the bullet and turn on the air conditioner; the answer is simple. Lots of houses in San Francisco don't have one. We use the fog instead.

As for the rest of the house, it seems to slowly be demolishing around me and I have no idea how or when I let things slide so badly.

My concentration has gone away -- and now that I think of it, that's probably how I killed the waffle iron on Sunday -- and I was actually on the telephone with somebody, and the conversation was extremely extreme when I got burned on Friday while making meatloaf. But I being the overconfident doof that I tend to be, thought that just because it was a handsfree telephone, that I wouldn't have any problems.

I guess it's tough to admit when there are too many things on one's plate. :) :)

Speaking of the burn -- it's beginning to heal.

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Last night I dreamed I was at Sigfried and Roy's house. That's all I remember. I wish, in my dreams, I'd looked in their closets, though.

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Finally, my journal received its 50,000th hit or so a couple of days ago. Thanks so very much to all of you for being part of this.

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