Thursday, May. 09, 2002 9:17 P.M.
Forget Lunch. Well, tomorrow is a bust. Check out my previous entry if you don't have a clue what I'm talking about.
Understandable, I don't usually have a clue either. Cat is in the hospital. She has divaticulitis. The nerve! How dare she ruin my crabmeat cakes? How dare she deprive me of my Lobster Bisque? She won't be out until Sunday. What a lousey thing to do! Of course, I am not serious. I AM serious about her being in the hospital and why she is there. All the rest is bull. I feel so bad for her. Imagine, if you will, working for 25 years. Working all that time to get to one point. The 25 year celebratory luncheon. The day before, and we are talking after working for 9,125 days, you finally are going to get the recognition you deserve when out of the blue, WHAM!! A little bit of food, the size of a blueberry seed, invades your colon and your whole career ends with an IV drip and instruments up the butt. Wow, makes it seem all worthwhile, huh? Boy, I can't wait! Only 13 years to go! I called her on the phone tonight. I asked how she is and thankfully, she is feeling better. She said she isn't going to worry about the luncheon, but I know she is hurt. I convinced her that we will do it when she gets out. Damn it! She deserves it. Her husband and grown children were going to be there. So anyway, I will be working the full day tomorrow. Then the big Sunday and bingo. I plan on writing my mother's entry for anyone who cares to read my more serious side. I am writing it for my mom, so if you don't want to read it, that's ok. I know she will. Later,
Cosmic
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